Known Fate

From terror to UNO.

"What the fuck just happened..." She scoffed, her eyes darting all over the place.

This was a first. The empty canvas that was now painted with a new experience. She enjoyed the way the crimson essence painted her hands. A whole new revelation, a delightful tingle that sent shivers down her spine. The experience was new and exciting, yet at the same time terrifying. In the tender play of the alluring sight of her hands and this unraveled feeling bestowed upon her, amidst her daze, she hears heavy footsteps, like someone running her very direction. Just as she lifts her head to look up towards the sound, catching a figure charging at her in the closing distance with such speed, she knew the collision was unavoidable. She was ready for the impact, huddled up, clutching that one heel of hers in her hold as she defensively puts her arms up in a crossed motion, but luckily it never happened.

With opening only one eye to peak from behind her arms, she came to face with a baffled looking Ohma, huffing a little, staring at her with furrowed brows.

"What the hell happened to you? Have you been attacked? You have blood all over yourself.." He asked, pointing out the obvious. Her white clothes were stained, most of her skin like her chest area and face,strands of hair also covered in the crimson substance.

She just stammered, spewing out incoherent words, some nervous chuckles escaping here and there, breathing very heavily, refusing to make eye contact with him. It was a spotlight directed onto her disheveled form.

"I really don't like this and I cannot be bothered to have a conversation right now. My anxiety is rising, I feel like passing out and I'm very confused-"

"Hey, are you alright?" Ohma asked, unsure, interrupting her train of thoughts.
This was a clear 180 from how she was acting back at the lobby. From calm and collected to a completely lost and a nervous wreck.

Nova blinked at him, a breathy laugh leaving her plump lips as they curve upwards, but not reaching her eyes. Her eyes, now laser focused, like it was attempting to etch the lasting impression of her deep, red hands.
"Yeah! Yeah..of course, why wouldn't I be?"
Soemthing far from the truth, the question at the end almost sounded like she was asking herself that as well.

"Well, I'm clearly not blind, you seem all over the place, are you sure-"

"Listen, as much as I would love to chitchat with you Ohma, I have to go.. yeah.." She interrupted him with spluttering words, stepping past him with a quickness and jogging off away from him. He watched that jog turn into running, almost losing her footing a few times. He hummed, looking down at the floorboards, her footprints of blood hunting after her.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck- I have to get to my room this very instant without running into anyone."
Her ears were ringing, as the thoughts squeezed her brain dry.

Managing to get to her door, barely avoiding Saw Paing who was just leaving his own room, she shut the door behind her in a hurry, locking it.
She staggers over to her bathroom, missing the light switch a few first times before finally flicking it on.
Throwing her one pair of heel in the sink, she started to strip her trembling body, getting under the shower head.
She accidentally burnt herself from how hot the water came out, but couldn't care less as she scrubbed her body until her skin was red with how hars she actually did it.

It felt like a few years back. She wanted to wash it off. Wash the negativity off of her body. The bad days, her sadness, her struggles. It was like washing him out of her system again. She hoped that everything that has happened in the last hour would just go down in the drain, not bothering her after that. Maybe she will be okay again.Yet the bloody water spiraling down beside her feet made her shiver ever so slightly.