She had only given in because she was tired of running. It was time; she had fought against it for so long. For as long as she could remember she had lived her life looking over her shoulder, on defence, preparing herself for the worst. Ever since she was little she had seen the worst of the world, beaten and tortured in both soul and body, seeing only the darkness that lurked in the world.
The call had come early in the morning, a clear and clipped voice in the other end telling her it was time. She said she would arrive the next morning, which was today, while a feeling of dread filled her mind. Its not that she is afraid, more that she isn't sure if she should expose herself to other people. Erik has once told tell to be proud of what she was, and she certainly is, but the anxious feeling comes with the knowledge of how her kind is treated and with her own experience with them. She has been tortured and bullied for something she couldn't control, and even if she had learned not to be bothered by the entire name-calling, it still gets under her skin and makes the anger resurface. Both Erik and Charles have advised her to control her emotions, which proved to be a hard thing, and with that thought in mind she decided to get out of bed.
She heaved a sigh, sitting up in the side of her bed and opening her eyes. Stretching, she stood up walking into the bathroom and looking into the mirror. She stared at herself into the mirror, the gentle violet hue of her eyes. Her eyes had not always been violet; they used to be a warm hazel praised by her mother. The thought of her mother brought a warm feeling to her body, something she now rarely feels. The images flashed through her eyes before she could stop them, the gentle hum of a woman's voice, children playing in a park, before settling in the later years of her childhood, the doctors masks, cold cells, blood, screams - she brought herself out of the trance noticing the cracked countertop and the violent purple hue her eyes took. They always took that tone of colour when she gets angry, the previous images still running through her head. Trying to keep control of her emotions, she took measured breaths, Charles voice inside her head. With resolve she got out of the bathroom and went to the living room, She had kept his "gift" there, and taking a deep breath she opened the zipper. "Does he really want me to wear this?" she thought to herself as she went inside the bathroom once again and with a huff put on the "uniform".