The haunting bright red numbers flipped once again, showing 2:08 a.m. With an irritated growl she got up and threw on a pair of sweats and a hoodie, slipping her jogging shoes on as she headed for the door. The cool night air felt good against her face, blowing through her hair like a gentle caress. Its calming hand was more affection than she had received in far too long, and was an irritating reminder as to why she was out at this ungodly hour instead of snuggled in her bed snoring like a normal person. She took off in a jog, heading to the only place she could calm her mind—the gym. Pulling open the heavy door, she felt her hand against the wall until she found the switch and flipped it, illuminating the space. With no delay, she hurried over to the speakers that sat in the corner and plugged up her MP3 player, pumping “Crazy Bitch” by Buckcherry through the speakers to start her workout mix. After her sweatshirt had been tossed on the mats, she voided her mind and focused in on the punching bag, raining hits and kicks against it violently.
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