When he was finally gone, she released a short sigh, and swallowed. This wasn't something she could undertake alone. The woman rolled onto her side and silent tears fell. "An infinity of lives...." The phrase echoed in her mind. The phrase shook her. Although... She could not. Could never. Take on a task like this alone.<i>Alone</i>. That one word summed up her whole life here. For once she noticed someone new, who wasn't involved in all the typical drama that used to happen here.<br/><br/>For once she met someone handsome and detached. And he was... More detached than she thought. She sniffed her tears away, and let herself fall into a sickly unconsciousness. Highly aware of how lonely this life would prove to be. If she didn't at least... Try.<br/><br/>Dark dreams returned to her...<br/><br/><i>She was a small child again, rolling over in a pool of blood. Unaware and unknowing- she'd killed the only two people who cared for her. Despite how twisted their love was. She'd done it in a fit of mixed emotions, sadness, rage, fright, survival. Flashes came back to her, the blue in her eyes sparking to life as blow after blow landed on her small frame. The smell of alcohol coming thick from her father's strong silhouette. Then he was limp, red tendrils floating through the air as she made fists with her hands. Then the shrieks of her mother, <b>Monster.</b> She'd screamed over and over again as she found a solid object, and the attacks began again as dark blood splattered to the floor. Again she was afraid for her own life, sad that they didn't show love like all the families on the Television. Angry that she wasn't accepted as part of the family. Then that familiar feeling rose in her small chest. That burning will to survive. She must survive! Then her neck and back stifened taking blows harder from the bat; her loose hands once again balling slowly into fists- pulling toward her chest. Then- suddenly- all was still. There were no more blows. From beneath blood drenched hair the young girl peered up with icy blue eyes as her mother crumpled to the floor. Her hands released, relaxed. And she cried. Rolling around in the blood of her haphazardly put together parents.</i><br/><br/>Faria grasped at her neck, choking on air as she sat bolt upright in bed. What time was it? She hadn't had that dream since her first night in this place. She hadn't... Why was she dreaming about blood? That was a once in a lifetime occurrence. When they tried her and tested her she couldn't recreate that aspect of herself in the labs. Before her first class. When they were perfecting their system. She coughed and hacked and fresh tears stung her eyes. She glanced at the alarm clock- 11:00 AM in bright red digital lettering. Her breath caught. The color of blood. She shook her head and stripped herself of her clothes from the day before.<br/><br/>Then she replaced them with a gym Tshirt and shorts. Running shoes. And she walked coolly down the corridors to the gym. To the small room where all the cardio machines were. She climbed onto a treadmill and began to run. mindless. no music today. She needed to run this all off.