I go back to black
Who: Daryn [closed narrative] What: The return When: Late evening-early morning Where: Her bedroom Rating: G
She awoke with a hoarse scream, sitting up straight in bed, her heart racing. Unfortunately, this was not an unusual occurrence for Daryn. What was unusual was that this was not her bed. Well, at least not the bed she had slept in for the last few years. This was a new bed, in a new room, in an old place. Holding her breath, she waited a moment to see if anyone had heard her cry out and complained about the noise or alerted security. The last time she was here, almost 20 years ago now, everyone had gotten used to her nightmares. But things were different here now, she wasn't sure what to expect.
When enough time had passed in silence, she quietly climbed out of bed and padded barefoot to the window. Staring out into the darkness, she could make out the outline of the dormitory, that old, nostaligic building where she'd spent the most important years of her life. Being back here now felt surreal, and her nerves were already on edge about what was to come in the morning. She'd never taught before, and regardless of how much she knew, or how qualified (or overqualified) she appeared to be, standing in front of a room of teenagers was no less intimidating. Daryn felt like a fraud. How could she teach these children the knowledge they needed to operate out in the human world when she couldn't even make it out there herself? What did she really learn by being a student here to begin with? Nothing practical, obviously. Hopefully these kids would end up better off for their stay, she wasn't sure she had.
Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to return to bed. Getting back to sleep would be difficult, but she was used to that. Besides, she knew she needed to get some rest for the big day tomorrow. Settled under the covers once again, she stared at the ceiling as she hoped for more peaceful dreams this time around and a successful day to follow.