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"I'm afraid of what i've become." ________________________
The pitter-patter of water droplets splashed onto Aife's body and collided with the cold floor. She ran her hands through her hair as she tilted her head back and shut her eyes, it had been three years since she showered. Everything was washing itself off. The girl averted her gaze to the floor and caught the sight of dirt mixing in with an immense amount of blood. Some belong to her, some did not.
After she finished scrubbing, she turned the knob and the water came to a halt; she grabbed a towel that had been set out for herself and Teresa and wrapped it around her body as she made her way to the mirror. She had never seen her full reflection before.
Her nose was slightly sloped upwards and her eyebrows were harshly defined, her features were perfectly centered, to her surprise, considering the amount of times she's taken a punch to the face. She had numerous cuts littered all over her body, her eyes were bruised and she had a cut going through her hairline and her eyebrow. There was also a large cut on her cheekbone that stood out most, it was slightly swollen, and all of the cuts were a purple colored bruise.
The girl absentmindedly brought a hand up to her neck and traced the large scar, she huffed in annoyance as she grabbed her clothes and began to change into them so she was no longer nude.
The door to the bathroom opened up to reveal the pale freckled girl, Teresa. Her and Aife had the room to themselves considering the fact that they were the only girls in their group. Teresa gave a light smile and walked over to, Aife, her hair slightly damp due to the fact that she had showered as well.
"Want me to braid your hair?" Teresa questioned the girl, who nodded in response.
They stood in front of the mirror, Aife feeling tugs on her head every now and then, and soon enough, the braid was finished.
Aife wore small braids on the right side of her head, along with the left side, and a puff of hair that went from the top of her head, and fell into a fish tail. The rest of her hair was down, just as she liked it.
The girl quickly thanked the pale female before some doctors retrieved them from their room and insisted on running some tests. Aife reluctantly agreed.
Aife sat in a chair, her arm propped up as a man took her blood, she watched as the syringe filled with her blood, she seemed in awe of it, "You sure you got enough there?" She asked the man sarcastically, who simply ignored her.
"Good evening Dr crawford." The man waved to a dark skinned woman with beautiful curly hair who walked by in a lab coat. You could hear her heals clacking against the smooth concrete floor, "Evening! How are the new arrivals holding up?"
