Back to Basics (P)

Cicilia opening up to anyone was like cranking open an over-stuffed can. Things just... EXPLODED everywhere, all over the place at the smallest crank of the opener. Such was the case today when she went to see her therapist, an embarrassing display of confessions, regrets, hatreds and so-forth which no doubt would convince the woman to put her in an asylum. Instead of tossing her in a cell of pillows, the woman merely listened... not so much as prescribing a drug... She did, however, give her some advice: To get exercise, to eat well... to be around those you love... What... that was it? Wasn't there some kind of drug they gave to people like her...? Isn't that what psychologists do?

...Whatever... It was probably better they didn't or she'd have to stop fighting.

The German didn't have to be told to go out and exercise, really... It's what she did every day to relieve stress! Or at least... in her case... she worked out so hard she could no longer feel it over how utterly exhausted she felt by the end of her workout. By the end of each afternoon, Cicilia was often so tired she'd have to limp ALL THE WAY up to her bus-stop... and nearly pass out on the way home! It was her way of not feeling the way she felt... and besides, it helps her feel... not depressed...

Today was one such day and she was already hard at work. Having demolished her record in bench-presses and dead-lifts, the Juggernaut went RIGHT at the punching bag with a reknewed vigor! If she was already crushing her records, she might as well decimate this bag!