Locked In The Mind-Scape

#38- "What are the chances-"

1.5% 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙥𝙤𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝘿𝙄𝘿.
𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙡𝙮 118,500,00 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 7.8 𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚. 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮. 𝙃𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩. 𝙄𝙩𝙨 𝙀𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚. 𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙨. 𝙇𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙙𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡.

~day 160~

It had been a month. Thirty-three days since they had met the students that had inhabited Aizawa's sternly taught classroom for the very first time. Perhaps if she continued to get to know them through each day, she'd become closer and closer to understanding the loss of Hitoshi’s presence in the open for more than half of his current life. Niana had always been extremely social, leading to her constant visits to the dorms. She could never imagine the thought of disappearing off the face of all that could be seen by others. Of course she kept a multitude of her life to herself, yet, she still could not imagine going unseen for such a time as Hitoshi had.

Niana often brung Vee along with her, on her constant visits to meet up with her new-found close-ones. The other young adult swore he found it boring to stay home alone as his girlfriend hung out with all the people they knew. What would be the point of

It would have been a shame; for them to have separated on a daily basis. Always with the system, or Alex, Mila, Demi, or Niana's larger than typical family. Niana was one of seven children. She was the youngest, and all her siblings had lives of their own.

Everest was thirty-eight; he was a tattoo artist. Imani married her husband and owned a bakery that she had opened on her twenty-third birthday nearly nine years prior. Her daughter would turn 13 in October. Thirty-two year old Izara was a therapist. Dax had just turned thirty-seven; he was a pre-k teacher, a husband and a father to his adopted son, Okie. The small child was nearly two years of age. Omi had graduated med-school early and became a family medicine doctor. And Viana opened a clothing shop two years ago when she was twenty-seven. Izara and Imani were twins, and they had all practically raised her from a young age due to the demonic behaviors of their parents in her earliest years.

It hadn't been fair to Niana nor was it to her siblings for them to have to repair everything their parents had damaged. Yet, the girl wouldn't have asked for a new life, not when she had come out so far on-top. She wouldn't credit her parents for it, or her past. She wouldn't claim everything she had been through made her stronger. It had been cruel and unexplainable what had been done. But she was happy with the way she had been living the past few years. She had learned, not to get over it, but to not be trapped by what she had no chance of un-doing.