Moss green eyes stared out into the dimness of her room almost vacantly before she turned her head to glance at the small digital clock lying on the bedside table next to her bed. Another night without any damned sleep. Her exhausted mind thought almost bitterly as she decided to get up and do something for a little bit to see if it would help to tire her out faster.
She'd not had a solid six to eight hours of sleep since the night she and her late mother had had their home invaded, seven years ago, by a couple of villains that had raped and murdered her mother and held her prisoner in the room with her poor mother's body for a week before they had been caught by the authorities.
Of course by then the damage had been done.
While her physical injuries hadn't been all that bad, her mind had been almost irreparably scarred by the incident. So much so that she'd tried to scratch out her own eyes at one point in an effort to escape the images in her mind of her mother's final, horrifying moments.
Afterwards she'd spent a couple of years in the hospital being watched around the clock, going to therapy sessions, having medicines that she didn't need- and some that she did- pushed down her throat.
She probably would have been in there forever if not for the fact that the doctors had felt that she was making progress and 'getting better'. The truth of the matter was that she was simply good at burying her feelings about the incident until something triggered the memories.
She supposed that it was part of her PTSD disorder, but she wasn't sure. All she cared about was that she was free. And once she was, she had started going back to school- which she had luckily been able to keep up in thanks to social workers and shit- so she wasn't left behind by her classmates.
She'd started the next year right along side them, which had given her a few precious months of freedom to get her affairs in order as far as where she was going to live, how she was going to pay for it and other things that she needed. She'd had to file and fill out a shitload of paperwork at several different government offices. But once it was all done, she received a nice government check for five thousand eight hundred dollars to live on monthly.
An nice small two bedroom, one bath, loft apartment with facilities that was owned by a kind old man that liked to refer to her as his 'grandbaby'. And was located half a mile from her childhood friend Ka-chan's place. Which, depending on how one saw things could be considered either good or bad given the boy's quirk and explosive bi-polar temper.
Still, she'd had a lot of work to do once she got herself the place. Paint, furniture, appliances, dishes, silver, pots and pans to cook with, a washer and drier... She then had to buy a bed, a small couch, a coffee table or two, some lamps, a few book shelves for her books and other small things that she used to decorate her home.
After all of that had been done and everything had been in place, she had then gone to get some necessities. Food, clothing, shoes ect. Which she wasn't going to lie, had cost quite a bit even when she had been shopping at the Goodwill located two blocks away with the stuff on sale.
Still when everything was said and done, she'd managed to get what was needed and still have enough to get her through to the next month.
Sighing, she moved around her home in her thigh length button up long sleeved night shirt. Going from her bedroom to the hallway where she passed some posters of her favorite hero turned villain, and then into the living room and turned on the lamp closest to her.
And blinked her sleep bloodshot eyes when the light began to hurt her eyes a little bit. Once her eyes weren't stinging anymore, she took a moment to weigh whether or not she wished to read again tonight or simply go out and work off whatever excess energy she had until she collapsed until finally deciding that she needed to get the hell out for a bit.
Maybe a nice walk/run/jog would tire her out.
Huffing slightly she turned on her heel and made her way back to her bedroom to snag herself some pants or something to wear with her nightshirt, and a couple of hair ties to put her near waist length hair up with. It took a few minutes to get the thick silken mass of hair up where she wanted it, in high pig tails on both sides of her head, before she then took a moment to slip her shorts on and then went to where she kept her shoes and grabbed a pair of sneakers to slip into.
It wasn't yet cold outside this time of year, so she needn't worry about a jacket or coat. Which was good she supposed, since she didn't have either a jacket or coat.