home sweet home..

UGHHH RALPH MY BOY HES JUST SO JAHFFTMHITNCJYSDHMF

"Finally.. home.."
Ralph thought to himself, looking at the porch of his house. The dim light of the porch light filling him with a sense of security. He didn't hesitate to step forward and open the door. Ralph breathed in, and immediately headed to the bathroom. His dad was asleep, but if he woke up he was sure that he would understand. Ralph looked at his self in the mirror. He could barely tell that the boy he was looking at was him.
His hair was awful. Tangled. Filled with sticks and leaves. Sun bleached. Turned white and thinned from stress. His skin was darker than ever. Red. And no longer flawless like he would like it. And obviously his clothes were just rags.
Ralph immediately started to take off his clothes, and hopped into the shower.
Ralph's body relaxed instantly. Feeling the hot water wash away all the gunk and sweat off of him felt like the closest thing to heaven. He got some shampoo on his hand, massaging it into his scalp. It felt amazing. Pure bliss. He did the same with the conditioner. And soon moved on to washing his body with soap as well. Once that was done, he just relaxed. Tilting his head back, and closing his eyes. Ralph's showers are normally ten ish minutes. But he felt like he's been there forever. And he never wanted to leave. But he'd have to get out at some point. Besides, he didn't like it when his fingers got all prune-y. He soon opened his eyes, turned the water off and stepped out.
He dried himself with a towel. Already feeling better. He tied the towel around his waist, and then reached over for the cabinet. Unsure what to grab first, considering that there was so much.
He grabbed the Band-Aids first. He examined his body in the mirror, putting bandaids wherever there was an injury.
Once he covered all the wounds that was small and proper enough for a bandaid, Ralph put them away. And then soon reached for his toothbrush.
He did the basic procedure, brushing his teeth. He did it for a long time, making sure every individual tooth was brushed. He washed it out with water. And soon went on to floss. After he was done, his teeth weren't as white as they normally were. But dang it was an improvement.
He then was going to do something he might regret. He dug through the cabinet. After what seemed like forever, he found them. Scissors. He gave the air a few snips. Before lining them with his hair. He breathed out, before snipping it. And then again. And again. And again. The white locks of hair falling to the ground.
After he was done, he put the scissors back. He ruffled his hair. It was slightly uneven, but jeez it was wayy better than the mop he had earlier. Besides. He could go to the barber, or his dad could cut it if it looked that bad.
Ralph then moved on to his skincare. He was slightly embarrassed by what he puts on his face, especially since it's viewed that women only care about their looks. But Ralph cares, too. At least, he prefers to feel clean. He put on lotion and moisturizer. And he even put some around his arms, hands, and even his neck. Plus his face.
Ralph turned off the light to the bathroom, and walked out into the kitchen. He got a glass, and filled it up with water. He started drinking it, but that soon turned into chugging. Regarding that he hasn't had fresh water in a looong time. After that one was done, he got himself another. He drank about four glasses until he finally felt satisfied for the night.
He breathed out, heading to his room. He untied the towel, and put on some nice, clean clothes. And then he climbed into his clean, comfy, not sand, bed.
Ralph sighed contently, pulling up the blanket and closing his eyes.
Obviously, not everything was okay, but it sure felt like it at this moment. All the crap and therapy and questions would come later. But for now, Ralph was finally in the comfort of his bed. Ralph snuggled in his sheets. And finally, for what seems like the first time in forever, Ralph fell into a deep, soothing sleep.

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