Safe and Sound

Chapter 19

I awoke with a sound of a quiet beeping noise. I looked around me to find a screen with my heartbeat on it. My eyes went from the screen to my injuries. They were healed nicely. I must've been asleep for awhile. I sighed and rolled my head to look at the ceiling. Everything was white in this room and it blinded my vision for quite some time with everything being so white and clean.

Soon, a nurse had come in and told me my conditions. I could understand most of what she was saying. It was most like, foot, not injured, scratches, mostly telling me I was fine and ready to walk again. She told me I would have to have some physical therapy for my foot. I really didn't want to go through wasting my time with trying to learn to walk again. It angered me that I was so helpless. 

It was soon, but not soon enough, that I was out of the white room and walking into my therapy sessions. It usually consisted of walking around the room, doing stretches, and running after awhile. It took some time to get through all these sessions, but thankfully it was over and I could walk normal without trouble and was able to walk around my District without the sessions.

You could not describe how ecstatic I was that the sessions were over. They took up so much of my time and now I could spend my time with my best friend, Jack. 

The days I would spend with Jack, which was pretty much everyday, would consist of talking about what went on while I was gone and about my next intentions. In the mornings I would wake up early to help out my parents. I would help April with her homework and then go off to Jack. That usually lasted late, so after I was finished talking with him, I would take a trip down to 'Ol Sally and talk with her, then I would return home, get ready for bed, and fall into a contented sleep.

But this day was different than others.

Today was my birthday. 

This day I got to sleep in and I didn't know it 'till my eyes had peeled open and I saw light pouring in on my face. I groaned and looked at the time. It was later than I wanted to be in bed. I got up to get ready for the day. I stripped off my clothing and got in the shower. I set it on the full clean setting and just waited there 'till it was done. I picked up a towel off the rack and wrapped my body with it. I then grabbed another towel and wrapped up my hair into a turban-like form. 

I trudged over to my dresser and picked out an outfit for today. I wanted to look presentable to my stylists since they were coming in the dress me, do my makeup, and my hair. I could do it myself, but they insisted since it was a special day and they wanted me to look good. So I just put on loose shirt and pants. I sat on my bed and waited for my stylists to come in and make me look good. 

Soon enough, they had come and they did my makeup, they put slight waves to my hair, and dressed me in the outfit they picked out that was much to my liking. The outfit was very casual actually. It was long, tight, black, pants that were rolled up a little past my ankles, and a white, tight, shirt with black sleeves that went a little past my elbows. They kept my makeup to a minimum. It was foundation, that is what they called it, they also called the eyeshadow that they put on my eye, a casual eye, so I went along with it. They finished off the look with a couple coats of what they call mascara, a winged eyeliner look, a bit of lip gloss, and they contoured my face very nicely.

I looked at myself in the mirror and saw something different. Something beautiful. I actually did feel pretty and I was glad that my stylists did my beauty, otherwise I would look really unattractive. I smiled to myself and thanked everyone. They nodded and left. I was alone, so I decided to pass the time by reading a book. I waltzed over to my bookcase and picked out an interesting looking book and sat down on my bed and started to read.