Things were still not better. She was trying, Rose was trying but in so many ways she felt as though something had broken between herself and her best friend. Lissa was starting to wonder if it was ever going to heal, if it was ever going to be okay again. The part that she was starting to realize was, was that it was never going to be the same.
There were pros to being more independent though, to not really allowing people to tell her what she could or could not do, she in some ways was more free. She was also more lonely than she had ever been in her whole life. She had Allison and she adored Allison but it wasn’t the same. She had other friends but it still wasn’t the same.
So much had changed in the almost year she’d been here now. Even six months ago there is no way anyone would let Lissa take a shift at the graveyard, or even be out on her own. Now she could be out on her own, now she did what she wanted without needing to listen to anyone else telling her what she could or could not do. Lissa could be her own person. Yes, there were dangers, there were always dangers but Lissa had gotten stronger, she’d learned to take care of herself even more. She’d never be extremely strong but she had taken self-defense classes now and could at least fight a little bit. Probably not extremely well, but enough to at least get away. She wasn’t helpless, she could also use her compulsion should she need to.
Every so often she walked the graveyard if it was her shift or not, she’d go and see if anyone arrived or if anyone needed help. One thing Lissa could always do was help people and just because she wasn’t as warm or even as happy as she once was that didn’t mean that she couldn’t help others.
The evening was always a good time to go out, she liked that the sun wasn’t going to bother her and she could have a few moments to herself. It was usually a time she worked at trying to bloke Allison a little bit too, mostly it was so she could get a break herself from someone always being able to know what she was feeling or thinking. Sometimes it got really annoying and really old. Lissa wanted to be able to work things out herself without people telling her what was wrong with her. It usually just added to the frustrations.
As she wrapped her arms around her forcing herself to think about her classes coming up instead of anything else she heard a sort of crash and really… she wasn’t sure what she heard. She dropped her arms and sprinted towards the sound, seeing a man in pain and another voice? Or was she hearing things? Lissa didn’t even think as she came towards him dropping near him and trying to figure out if she could get the mask off or if she could heal him.
The rush of spirit started to fill her but the first part was getting off the mask? She wasn’t really sure how to do that without causing more problems. “How do I get the mask off!” She let out more to herself than to the guy who clearly needed her help. “I can heal you.” She followed up with as she let her instincts and spirit take over her body as her hands moved to work.