Brinne Alakai
Brinne couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her eyes were filled with tears as he spoke to her, like she was some sort of stranger, like she couldn't be trusted anymore. "Braum...I-" She begged, but was cut off as he turned away. He said something that sounded so derogatory it made her stomach turn. He simply shook his head and walked away. She held her hand out toward him as he disappeared around the corner. A lump made it's way into her throat. She collapsed on her knees and looked down into her hands. He had just turned his back on her and walked away, just like that.
It was like a mirror, being shattered, into a million tiny little pieces. Her eyelids sagged, and her hands fell to her sides, in that moment, she had lost control. She stood, wiping the tears from her eyes and pawing her hands on her sweater, which was stained with wet marks from her tears. She felt nothing, in that moment she could understand nothing, but everything became clear. She walked, slowly at first, toward the exit of the academy.
Once outside, she broke into a run. She ran as hard and as fast as her legs would carry her. She ran until it burned in her lungs for her to slow down, but it only made her run harder. She made it to her house in hardly any time at all. Her parents weren't home, and she didn't mind. They didn't need to be here for this. She ran upstairs into her room, and slammed the door behind her. She ripped her glasses off first, tossing at the wall with a crunching sound. She stripped down to her bra and underwear and stood in front of her body mirror that hung on the door of her closet. Her vision was slightly blurred from not having her glasses, but it didn't take away from the fact that she was disgusted with what she saw.
She cocked her fist back and punched the mirror, right where her face was reflected. The mirror cracked, but did not shatter. Now, she looked at a blurred image of herself, cracked and rippling along her head and shoulders. She traced her fingers along the scar that was on her neck, why couldn't she remember how it had gotten there? Images flashed through her mind of one of her nightmares, and she clasped her hand back to her side. Flinging the door to the closet open, she dug around for some clothes. She went with a black turtleneck to cover her scar, and pulled on some black pants. Just before she closed the door, she noticed a jacket that her mom had gotten her the previous year, that she had yet to wear. Snatching it out of the closet, she threw it on. After slipping her shoes back on and putting in her contact lenses, she made her way down into the living room. She went into the cabinet where she kept her personal things, and found her old mp3 player and a pair of large headphones that she never enjoyed. She grabbed those, and shoved the mp3 in her pocket, draping the headphones around her neck.
She entered the kitchen, where she gazed at the drawer where her mother kept her cigarettes. She ripped it open and snatched a pack, as well as a lighter. Tearing open the package, she popped one into her mouth, using the lighter to light the end, before taking a long drag. She inhaled and almost coughed. She had smoked some of her mom's cigarettes before, but she had never craved one, but now she did, for one reason or another.
Once outside, she debated on where to go and, ultimately, decided that heading back to school was her best course of action. She hadn't thought much since she ran out, and it was starting to pile up in her head all at once. 'He thinks I'm not ready, that I shouldn't be a weapon meister, that if I can't suck up my personal feelings in order to get shit done then I should just sit at home and braid my hair. I'll show him, I'll fuckin' show 'em all.'
She nearly threw herself back into the classroom where the freshman orientation was taking place. She could feel eyes on her, but luckily not for long, because it seemed as though the mingling aspect of the morning was still going on. She marched to the front desk, and nodded at the Professor. "Sorry for leaving like that, I got a little sick and had to go change my clothes. May I?" She pointed to the sign up sheet for weapon and meister, and Professor Mikail nodded, pushing it over to her with a pen. There was a list to write down pairings. Under one of the columns, she wrote her name under the 'Meister' category. She placed the pen back on the desk, offering the teacher a vague smile and slipped her headphones over her ears. She put her music on shuffle, and marched over to where Braum was sitting. She precariously placed herself in the seat next to him, not even bothering to look at him. "I left my weapon slot open for you, if you so choose. Although, in light of recent events, I'd understand if you didn't think I was the right choice. I'll find another, if that's the case." She turned the music up louder so she wouldn't be able to hear his response, and closed her eyes, tilting her head back and letting the music soothe her.