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Seren woke up from another night of terrible sleep, filled with nightmares. She was used to bad nights, she really was, but lately, the number of them that had been happening REALLY ********' well took the cake. "********, when am I ever going to get another good night's sleep?" She got out of bed, and stormed into her shower, getting clean, then heading out to dress, her eyes narrowed as she went about her usual morning ablutions. She hoped none of her roommates bumped into her this morning, because she had concerns that she might accidentally bite their heads off, with her terrible mood.

Nights of dreaming about... her parents, the life she had endured under them. Dreaming about people finding out about her parents, about her scars, about her exes, and the humiliations she might endure after that. It was enough to make anyone be irritable, and she was more then just a little irritable at this point. She went over to her window, staring out, eyes not focusing on anything in particular. She was trying, desperately trying, to sort through her thoughts, so that she could get through today without giving in to the urge to murder one of her teachers or one of her students. It was not her greatest success, because usually she could get it behind her, but today... Today it was hovering at the back of her head, irritating her and making her want to yell or snarl at any little thing that irritated her... And she had not even had breakfast yet.

She snarled and stalked over to put on her shoes, grab her bag, and head downstairs. She went straight to the kitchen, and snatched out a pan, two eggs, two strips of bacon, 2 slices of bread, some butter and some cheese. She fried up the bacon, then cooked the eggs in the grease, before scrubbing out the pan, and using the butter to fry the bread, before putting the meat, cheese, and eggs between the bread, cooking it just enough to melt the cheese. She wrapped the sandwich in some parchment, before running out the door, getting to the bus stop BARELY in time to to catch her bus. This served to put her in an even worse mood, especially since the driver turned out to be one of those hard nosed jerks who INSISTED on enforcing the 'no eating on the bus!' rule, which was hard on commuters like her.

When she got to campus, she ran to class, then basically shoved her breakfast down her throat as fast as she could. Class felt long and irritating, and she had trouble concentrating enough to take her notes. She managed but... barely. Nothing in the cafeteria looked good, but she had to eat, so she took a salad. It tasted old and wilty, to her, and again... her mood dropped. The rest of the school day followed suit, and all of her students for the day just felt like they were going OUT of their way to be stupid and wrong headed. The bus ride home, at least, was normal, but it did nothing to soothe her horrible mood. She did her homework, barely, and almost chopped a finger while prepping her dinner, which pissed her off, too. It had been years since she had come even SLIGHTLY close to cutting herself while cooking. She glowered the entire time she was eating, and did not taste a thing. She washed the dishes, glowering at the walls like they had personally insulted her, and put everything away. She considered going to bed, trying to sleep...

And then decided that no, she was going out. Out to patrol, to run, to jump, to try to exhaust herself. Maybe being Cheomseongdae would make her mood better. She grabbed her wallet and keys, and headed back out the front door of the house. At least she had avoided her classmates so far, because she did not want to end up kicked out for being a horrible person to one of them. And she mostly liked her roommates, too.

She went to a place she had found that was usually fairly private, for powering up, and did so, her eyes closed for the time it took her to do so. After, she darted out, and began to run, and run hard. The feeling of the wind in her hair, the way it moved on her face... Normally this put her in a wonderful mood, because it normally felt so very good. Tonight? The wind seemed, no matter which way she went, to be in the wrong direction, and she began to softly swear, especially when she tripped over a ******** twig. A TWIG. She did not injure herself, at least, but her powered up Run did her no good at fixing her mood.

Whatever the ******** was causing these nightmares, and this mood, she wanted it to ******** end. She was sick of this bullshit.