Corruption

O children, Fight

Chapter 3

Does anyone really know how amazing beds are? Petra now knows how much she missed beds. All of the amazingly soft sheets and blankets wrapped around, warding off the evil cold trying to seep into your bones, pillows that fit perfectly to your head, the exquisite temperature of warmth and cold, keeping your body in this euphoric feeling. Easily the best sleep Petra has had in years. Beds are amazing.

Going against everything she wanted to do, she opened her eyes to the dimly lit room. 

Chessie was sitting at the desk, typing something on the glass surface. Blue headphones covered her ears, she slightly hummed a beautiful song. Her plaid shirt was pushed up to her elbows, showing big scars on her wrists, her blue jeans were rolled up around her ankles, mirroring deep scars running across her ankles like they did her wrists. Petra continued to lie motionlessly on her bed. She loved saying and thinking that. Her bed.

Chessie quietly started to sing, a truly beautiful sound that makes everyone stop and listen. It caught your attention with it's near morbid tune. Petra hasn't listened to many songs, simply because the only songs she listened to were from people singing on the street. This was different.

O children
Lift up your voice, lift up your voice
Children
Rejoice, rejoice

Hey little train! We are all jumping on
The train that goes to the Kingdom
We're happy, Ma, we're having fun
And the train ain't even left the station

Hey, little train! Wait for me!
I once was blind but now I see
Have you left a seat for me?
Is that such a stretch of the imagination?

The three lyrics chilled the worn out girl. Coming from the blind teen seemed to only power the words more. 

Chessie went silent and took off her headphones, taped the desk a few times before standing up. She stretched widely, earning a few pops up her spin. 

As she crossed the room, Petra marveled at how silent the blind girl was and how she easily knew her way around the room. She went over to Petra's bed and listened intently.

"I know you're awake, my apologies if I happened to wake you, I momentarily forgot that I wasn't alone. How are you feeling? Any better than yesterday?" Chessie asked kindly as she took a seat beside Petra. 

The girl laying down sighed heavily and sat up, knowing her cover was blown. Her purple hair was messy from falling asleep with it wet, though she has never had the problem before.

"Oh you didn't wake me, and you have an amazing voice. I do feel better from yesterday, a shower and a good night's sleep does wonders." 

Chessie grinned happily at her kind words. The blind girl went over to the chest at the end of her bed, rummaged around before pulling out clothes. Petra finally got the strength to leave her bed and see what the blind girl had in her hands. Chessie put her hand down on Petra's head, making the golden eyed girl freeze.

"You're about the same size as me, these clothes should fit you. If you want, I can do your hair." 

Petra found it comforting that the girl wanted to help her. Thankful she grabbed the clothes and almost went into the bathroom, until she realized that the only other person in the room was blind. Quickly she dressed herself in the black pants with a gray muscle shirt.