With You In My Head - Open
Jan 21, 2018 21:55:52 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2018 21:55:52 GMT
Trinity was working on not losing her mind, stupid as it was she had done the one thing she had been taught not to. She had let her work get to her. It wasnt the job and it wasnt the case it was the idea that a human being could do what she had seen to another one. She had finished the autopsy over a week ago and still she couldnt get more than a few hours sleep a night without pondering over her findings. Simple enough, it was murder, there and was nothing natural about it at all.
She could still see the odd shape of the bag when it was brought in and what was in it, yeah she couldnt even begin to go over that with anyone. There wasnt enough bleach in the world to rid her mind of that sight. Usually she might have called upon her sister or brother for help or just to talk but instead she was handling it on her own, after all. Her siblings were busy and her complaining about work that didnt involve dodging bullets or running into fires. Well it just didnt seem right to do.
Instead Trinity did what she usually did when she struggled with something, she stayed quiet about it and avoided it entirely. She had buried herself at work with other things and the lack of sleep that had all but destroyed any patience over the last week. Well she swapped sleep for they gym at all hours, including that morning. Lucky that a cop owned the place and it was open most of the time as she had been there a good hour already. She had tried punching a bag until her hands were sore and now she had swapped boxing for running.
Her feet were hitting off the treadmill as if she was sprinting, she knew it wouldnt last long but maybe she could wear herself out until sleep wasn’t really an option for her given that she had the next day off. Something she had pleaded not to happen but apparently work was forcing a day off on her. The thought only had her feet hitting the treadmill harder as she focused on the wall in front of her.
