Castaway ➳ cth [EDITING/HIATUS]

Chapter 3

I couldn't think of anything but sleep.

I lied on my bed, facing the ceiling. The morning sun shined through the long, purple curtains into my room.

I didn't know how long I laid there, probably a few hours. But somehow, I felt very uncomfortable laying on the mattress for such a long time and my foot had a cramp, so I finally stood up and made my way to the washroom.

The door opened with a squeak and I glanced to my parent's bedroom to check if they're still asleep. Everything was quiet, so I went inside the bathroom and shut the door close.

The mirror on the wall reflected my appearance. I didn't look in the mirror for days, so I felt pretty unfamiliar with my own face.

My long, dark brown hair hung slackly off my shoulders, couple of messy waves framed my thin face. Brown eyes, the color of hot cocoa, stared from the mirror back to me. People could describe my eyebrows as 'prominent' or 'bold', but in reality, it looked like I penciled them wrongly, though I never used an eyebrow pencil in my life.

I looked at my skin. If you look closer, you can see tiny freckles on my nose and cheeks, but they appeared like tiny little blemishes. No single foundation was able to cover them completely.

The saggy shirt hanging loosely from my shoulders, like my hair, showed that I didn't change clothes for at least one day. I felt disgusting and unbearable.

I took my clothes on, stared at my narrow ribcage and the thick thigs and stepped cautiously into the shower.

The hot water ran through my hair, down my torso and legs. The shower steam rose up and made the mirror misting. I put on some shampoo and my hair suddenly started to smell like fresh apples, but the scent disappeared within seconds. It was not the greatest shampoo to be honest.

I was unsure of how long I actually stayed in the shower, probably around one hour, but as soon as I looked down, I saw my wrinkly hands and decided to get out.

The freezing cold air in the bathroom gave me goosebumps, extending over my whole body. I wrapped myself in a big, red towel and walked over to the sink to brush my teeth.

As soon as I stepped into my room and changed into comfy clothes, someone knocked on my door.

I peeked over to the door, and a second knock was hearable.

"Who's there?" I asked quietly, and someone opened the door. My mum came in and looked at me, her eyes tired and her hair messing around, but she was still perfect that way.

"Hey mum", I muttered and carefully ran my black comb through my wet hair.

"Morning, honey", she answered and all of the sudden, I felt her hand on my exposed shoulder, the shirt was too oversized to cover it. "You look beautiful", she whispered softly. "I wished I could give you more than this. You deserve more."

I turned around and frowned.

"What do you mean?" I asked confusedly.

She sighed and sat on my bed, her hands both folded over her lap. "I'd like to talk to you." She demanded.

I'd like to talk to you is always the scariest statement someone can ever say to you.

"What happened, mum?" I asked consciously and laid the comb back onto my dresser.

"I see you don't have anyone to talk to", she whispered. I could hear the fear in her voice, I could feel the way she was arguing with herself in her mind, whether to tell me or remain silent.