Week Six: Saturday, May 11th
Who: Serena Open (if no replies Narrative) What: She's back When: Near midnight Where: Outside
Nothing stirred in the quiet night. People rarely wandered out this far this late at night. That suited her just fine. She was weary and cautious, she didn't want anyone from the school to see her just yet. She knew she looked like she just crawled out of a war zone. The guy on the boat told her that. Even after changing out of her torn and bloodied clothes, she still looked bad. Her right arm was in a sling, broken so bad that it was taking longer than normal to heal. She had some cuts on her arms, made with a blessed knife that would scar. All she wanted was to get inside and rest.
She studied the school to find the best path in without being seen. Slowly she moved forward following the flow of the shadows, alert for anyone out on the grounds. As she approached the doorways a wave of homesickness hit her hard. She had really missed this place. She slipped quickly through the doors and headed for her house. For a minute she had the feeling of someone watching her. She shrugged it off to base paranoia and exhaustion. She got to her room without being detected and quietly opened the door closing it softly behind her.
Turning on the lights she almost cried with relief. Everything was exactly as she left it. She had wondered if they would notice her absence and remove her belongings. she was grateful they hadn't. There were so many questions people would ask her. Questions she didn't know the answers to. All she knew was when the nightmare was over she was alive and that bastard wasn't. She looked at her reflection in her mirror. Her eyes were darkly circled and she was much to thin. Sighing she turned her back on the pitiful reflection. She turned her computer on intending to send Cassius a letter telling him she was back and asking what she could do about her classes. She stared into the warm blue glow and her mind started to wander, She was back now, and she was safe.