Thread: this is the part where the base starts (open)
WHO: Lisa & open WHEN: Tuesday, Feb 14th; after lunch. WHERE: McKinley gym/weight room WHAT: Blowing off her classes, Lisa opts for the other form of tension release following JBI's blog. WARNING: standard language warning, reference to sexual assault and trauma.
Since Saturday, Lisa hadn't been in the best of states. She'd left the rave to walk home after her outburst at Eoin and promptly emptied her stomach into the toilet and spent the night shaking in the bathtub. Sleep hadn't been possible, least of all since she'd finally said it out loud and that just left her gut churning. She spent Sunday in front of the television downstairs with Coco and Chanel cuddling into her and Buster the hallucination dog standing guard at the door. She'd have felt bad about that if she'd expected her mother to come home at any point, but it didn't happen, so she just ignored the clawing depression.
She'd been half hoping the Monday would bring normalcy and she'd be set for not thinking about it anymore, and that worked right up until that fucking blog and then she'd been back in the loos dry heaving on an empty stomach and shaking like a fucking addict on withdrawals. It meant another day and night sitting on the sofa with cartoons running and her ignoring absolutely everything expect the dogs.
Blowing of the first two periods of the day meant she'd almost been cornered by the guidance counsellor, who undoubtedly had to have heard about the blog and Lisa was no talking about her feelings on this, so that meant a quick detour away from anyone else.
Lisa wound up in the weight room, in a pair of dance shorts and a tank top and sneakers. Running wasn't her thing, not really, but without sex to burn out the tension and frustration, because just Eoin wrapping his arms around her had made her bust up his eye, she figured that wearing herself out might be the only way she managed more than a few hours sleep. Treadmills were stupid, what was the point in running and going no where? She still ended up with her headphones on, Jimmy Eat World blaring in her ears as she ran, just sprinting for as long as she could without stopping and praying to whatever the fuck was up there that she'd just stop fucking thinking.