Don't Run

A Witch's Reality

"I don't see how this is worth whatever you're trying to do?" Auris sounded concerned for her. And she smiled up at him from the muddy ground. Rain falling down on them.

"You'll see what I'm trying to do very soon." She winked. And sat up. Standing. Her hand reaching toward the sky. The clouds dissipating rapidly. The sun shining down brightly as it broke through the grey, dancing across the muddy field and their faces.

The Polar Bears eyes grew wide. He was amazed. But she left him no explanations, nonchalant about it, as if she was just reading the time. Her gaze swept over him. Her face unreadable. Straightening her shirt and walking past him. Leaving him to wonder what she possibly had planned.

Days Later:

Everything had become so drastically different within only a couple of days. It was no longer as it once was. Neutral faces became violent. And just like it was described to her by Tearsay, a hellish reality was upon her.

Just walking down the hallway was painful. A backhand on 'accident', jabs and elbows digging into her, constantly tripping and smashing her knees into the ground, and sometimes people would even spit at her, flip her off, or lunge at her. Everyone would just laugh, joking about killing and maiming her, like it was a casual Sunday activity.

Alona was glad she never needed a bag to carry around. Cause if she even put her sweater down for a second, she would come back to it ruined, torn up, or someone had clearly dumped mysterious liquids on to it.

It was annoying, but Alona felt like she finally understood what her Coven had suffered through. Imagining this over and over with no end, no way to defend yourself, no way to leave. Gave her a taste of why they had so deeply gone insane. Corrupted, blackened to void, and magic bleeding bright red with pure anger. As red as the Core Crystals in the hearts of Abyss Monsters.

The Witch made her way to the cafeteria, walking through the bustling crowd and managing to stay in line and get a tray without being bothered for once. Looking down to see what they had given her; it was a thick broccoli soup that was luke-warm. it looked surprisingly appetizing.

No one had noticed her yet. She rarely made it this far unscathed. 

As the Bunny made her way back through the crowd, she could feel Michelle glaring at her. Along with the other three. Their eyes following her across the room. A foot, yet again, came stretching out from under a table. Alona tripping on it, falling to her knees with a thud, managing to keep her trey up and intact somehow. But the Clouded Leopard man wasn't finished with her yet.

He got up and grabbed her hair painfully, making her yell out, his other hand flipping the trey directly into her face and down her chest. Then he shoved her head down, taking his hands off her. 

She just sat on her knees, looking at the messy tiled floor. No one could see her face.

He took a milk carton off a nearby table and opened it, laughing as he poured it on her head, the liquid running down her slowly, she didn't move at all. Her hands limp by her sides. From behind her hair, she looked up at Michelle's face. And saw the Leopard cringing away. As if she were uncomfortable with what she had set in motion. The level of abuse had ramped up rapidly as word got around.

The surrounding tables burst into laughter. Alona tried to stand but he pushed her over, and she smacked into the ground hard, getting up again and managing to make it a bit further, before an apple hit her really hard in the back of the head. She grabbed at her hair and whimpered out. Biting back tears.

"Mih... Michelle." Minwa pleaded in a whisper. But Alona could hear her just as well. And Michelle no doubt gave the fox a scalding look that shut her up. Because she went silent right after.