Lycanidae [CoR chronicle]

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The sound of shattering glass. The not so long-ago cleaned bathroom turned from neutral into a stressful ambient as soon as the mirror cracked. Surroundings received an imaginary red filter on top and cold silence intensified in the fake marble room that was darkened by the switched off lights. Nicole stared at her with blood-stained fist. She would've assumed the blood only ended up there because of how she just threw a punch at full power into her reflection, but knew her paw had been reddened before. Not all the blood was her own. Besides the tiny shards of glass that accompanied the surface of her skin, there were multiple and seemingly infinite blood cells that weren't hers. She clearly remembers having thrown a punch before, straight into the face of the very patient she least expected to ever hit. She does not remember why or how she got to that point. Such a low point she only would've expected on herself months ago. She thought she grew over it. But there was still too much going on. Her fuse was frustratingly short this day, especially compared to other days. Those other days were fine, with lots of improvement shown on her end. She even felt the necessary reassurance and pride the day before, what she hadn't felt in what seems like ages. But now she has reached the start again. The lowest point next to the hill she just fell down from, that fall being the very consequence of hitting that poor lady. No one had checked up on the blue feline yet, nor did she find the strength to show herself either. Once she saw blood, a lot of blood, running down Shalon's face she took a sprint to the nearest bathroom. It reminds her of an early breakdown from years ago... Don't let the past dwell on you anymore, I made a promise... She shook her head while snapping herself out of her thoughts again. Daring to take one more look into the mirror, despite hating her reflection thoroughly, barely anything of her could be recognized. Not the dark and edgy type of not recognizing - she grew out of that a while ago after having found a bit of peace with her entity - but rather the literal type of not being able to see anything recognizable due to the fractured glass. It all felt like a typical scene from a movie that had a mental hospital in it. Oh wait, that's literally where she was.

The day before was the last time when Nicole won her little competition against her alarm clock, having made attempts at getting up before it went off. Many successful days in a row formed a streak of a healthy cycle the blue feline was grateful to have built up. It's been a few months since she was able to leave the hospital on her own, having needed a lot of time to physically patch up. Now her mental journey was what remained, but she never felt any more prepared and patient to follow that path another time.

It's Thursday! Gosh, I used to be excited about it due to it being the day before weekend, but since I spent months here instead it turned into waffle day. It's honestly adorable how the guiders and nurses try their ultimate best to organize little activities that are fun for everyone here. Although... I've personally kind of distanced myself from them. I have nothing against other patients, but the majority of them clearly has a different type of scarring or illness than I do. But despite that, I remain civil and even found two nice young ladies to hang out with. I've forgotten their exact ages at this point, but I remember them being in their 20s. They were extremely welcoming since the day I stepped foot in this place, and I look forward to joining them at the table today. I'm not even sure if I've written about them in earlier pages of this diary, my memory isn't the best... But hey what does it matter, it's my own written junk anyways. Shalon, a Draconic humanoid with beautiful silver scales and white horns, is the biggest sweetheart of this entire place in my opinion. She's the one who came running up to me when I just arrived and gave me a hug without hesitation. She's obviously outgoing and cheery, a little hyper at times but it's nothing I cannot handle. I have a son with simultaneous hyperactivity after all haha. She had been born with a mental condition that only worsened after her people suffered a war, pretty much on the other side of the world, and she got involved against her will. But after all, she's a nice dragon to talk to whenever she's taken in her medicine, but without it it's kind of draining at times. And bet she's a forgetful type. Then there's Lyaa, a Pomeranian dog humanoid with soft, blonde fur. Extremely shy and with a completely opposite personality than what would be expected of her breed. The poor thing had to watch her family getting killed before her very eyes at a younger age. Unfortunate trauma scarred both of these girls and once I got to know their stories, I've felt a large wave of compassion overwhelming me. They're good people who didn't deserve what came towards them. But I soon learned that everyone in this place has their own journey, and the least what can be done is for each individual to be respected and supported. Well, enough backstory for now. I can't wait for the waffles to leave the kitchen.