Eden

Twelve

We walk a little further. My hair is really annoying me. I try holding it for a while, as I walk, with my hand up behind my head, but that just makes my arm tired. I try twisting my hair into a bun, too, but it won't stay put, which is interesting, because usually the only time it won't stay up like that is when it's just-washed clean.

Interesting, as in, it pretty much always will when it's dirty, so whoever brought me back to life also washed my hair. Which is really quite odd.

I think. Maybe.

Or perhaps not. Perhaps that's just what happens when you resurrect people.

Anyway, I walk along, getting more annoyed with the whole hair thing, and in the end I get so annoyed that I decide that since I can actually do something about this one problem, I will.

"Hold on," I say, and stop and tear another strip off my dress. Then I tear that strip in half, and use half to tie up my hair, and give the other half to Lexi, to do hers.

"Hey," I say, thinking, as I do. "How was your hair before you died?"

Lexi looks at me.

"I mean, is this how your hair was? Like it is now? Or is it different?"

Lexi touches her hair, trying to feel how long it is, I suppose. And whether it's layered the same, or whatever else. I touch mine too, trying to think, and it's actually quite hard to tell. I mean, if it was suddenly much longer or shorter then I'd know right away, but it feels about the length I'd expect, so without a mirror it's hard to tell.

"I think it's the same," Lexi says.

"Yeah, me too."

"Do you think that means something?"

I shrug. I don't know.

While we've stopped, I look down at my feet. They're getting quite dusty. I think about tearing more off my dress to wrap around my feet, and make shoes, but the dress is already getting fairly short and whoever gave us our clothes didn't bother with underwear. Um, just to say. I mean, I can feel I have none on, and the dress really is quite light, and the breeze is sometimes quite gusty, so I decide I'd rather just have sore feet.

I wonder for a moment, though, if that's why Lexi's dress is already torn. If she was making underwear for herself. It could be that, or I suppose it could just as easily be that she drowned after she got bitten by a shark or something, and she's used the torn strip of cloth to tie up holes in herself that I can't see. Or actually, that she lied about drowning.

It could be any of those, and it's hard to know without asking, and I still don't know whether it's rude to ask, so in the end, I decide it doesn't really matter that much, not right now, and just stay quiet, and don't ask.