Hearts Only We Can See

Maybe This Could Be A Good Life?

                  

We didn't even get to look through the crowded space before Christopher said, "Alright! We can make separate rooms for everybody with all of the furniture." He didn't hesitate to get right to work. He grabbed a book shelf and started to move it towards another shelf. Christopher was pretty strong but not as strong as Taryn so Taryn grabbed the other side of the shelf and helped. Sally just sat down on a couch and watched everybody else work. There was about thirty or more tall book shelves. There was enough for everyone to have their own "room".

"I still want to share a room with B!" Sally shouted.

I went over to one of the book shelves and started to move it to form another room. I was having trouble getting ahold of the corners by myself. Marian came to help me. Wait, was she actually trying to help someone? I didn't have time to wait around and daze at the miracle so I moved my feet to where the next room would be.

Four hours later we had finally finished the living space. Marian had somehow managed to get enough beds for all of us. The rooms weren't huge but they weren't small either. They were just the right amount of space. My room was made out of book shelves and two pillars. For our doors we used sheets, it wasn't fancy or anything but it worked. Against the actual wall of the building I had a desk and a chest. All of the beds were queen sized and had brand new bed sets with them. My bed was made out of dark cedar wood and was stained black. My bed sheets and comforter were black, deep purple, and a turquoise color. It had runes symbols all over it and unreadable words in cursive all over it. It was truly beautiful. I had tapestries hanging on some of the makeshift walls. I hadn't seen the others rooms yet but I'm sure each one of them resembled their personalities as well.

The rest of the space outside of our rooms had several couches, coffee tables, two flat screen TV's, and three refrigerators.  I wonder how long Marian had to steal to get this much stuff. She had been gone for a year and a half, she only came back occasionally whenever she wanted something from us. She had done good though. She managed to get all of this stuff and a shelter. She had a semi-normal life now. She had all the stuff that all of us had before we ran.

I walked out to the "living room." Everyone was sitting on the couches and looking through the channels on the TV. TV sounded good but food sounded better. I opened one of the fridges and looked inside at all of the food we had now. There was yogurt, cheese, fruit, meats, drinks, and stuff that I didn't even know existed. I grabbed a can that said "Sierra Mist" and opened it. I hadn't had soda in years; since I ran away. It was good but it left me wanting more. Soda isn't healthy, I hear what it does to the body.

I turned back to the area that the couches and TV's were. Sally was watching cartoons on one TV, Taryn was watching a football game where both teams were tied, Marian was watching a show about fashion or something like that and Christopher was going back and forth between cartoons and football. He seemed to be more interested in the cartoons. Fancy wasn't watching any of the shows, instead she was looking at a book on how to crochet. She had a confused look on her face but seemed to be enjoying it anyway.

When Marian was smuggling stuff from houses she managed to be able to take as many books as she could. I went to one of the book shelves that wasn't a part of a room and started browsing through the titles. Most of them were about how to become famous, how to make a lot of money, careers in fashion, and books on makeup. I didn't bother to check the other shelves figuring they were probably going to be on the same things. So I grabbed a paperback book that talked about makeup. I never learned how to do makeup. My mother and father never allowed it and I never bothered getting any because what was the point. I was always dirty that if I even tried to put makeup on it would probably look like more dirt on my face anyway.

That reminded me that Marian somehow got a shower installed and had hot water for everything. We hardly ever got to shower. I walked towards the room that we had made for our "bathroom" in the corner. The only thing that was in the made up room was the shower, a cupboard that we held the towels in, and a pink carpet mat that said, "I'm naturally gorgeous." I rolled my eyes and started peeling my clothes off of my skin. I opened the cupboards door and grabbed one of the towels from inside. The softness of the towel was unbelievable. It felt like you were touching a cloud from the sky. I set the towel on the ground next to the shower so it would be easy to access when I was done.

I reached in the shower past the curtain for the knob to turn it on. I turned the knob to the side that said 'hot' and waited for it to warm up. The shower's water was quick and I hopped in. I stood for a second so my body could adjust to the heat before I grabbed the shampoo and conditioner. I looked down at the water running through the drain and saw all the dirt come off me. I put a blob of shampoo in my hand and rubbed it into my hair. I let it sit for a while so my hair could absorb it and so I could wash my body. I grabbed the loofa hanging off of the hook by the opening of the shower. I took ahold of the body wash that was supposed to smell like apple blossoms and squirted it onto the loofa. I pressed it against my arms and started scrubbing. I scrubbed my whole body until I thought that all of the dirt had come off and rinsed. The water and suds that came off my body were a muddy brown color and ran to get down the drain as fast as it could. After all the soap came off I rinsed my hair out, I made sure to scrub a little longer just to make sure that there wasn't any dirt left behind even though I knew there would be for a while. When all the shampoo felt like it was gone I took the conditioner off the plastic shelf and repeated the process. There was only one thing left to do. Shave. I took the shaving cream and sprayed it into my hand and rubbed my hands together. When the cream was ready I slathered it onto my armpits. I took the cheap pink razor and put it under the water so it could get wet. I pressed the razor to my skin and started shaving. I could finally look and smell like a girl again. I shaved my arm pits and my legs even though it took way longer than I thought it would. When I was finally clean and smooth I turned the water off and stepped out onto the pink rug. I grabbed the towel and wrapped it around my body and started patting myself dry. When I was done I wrapped the towel around me again and got another little one to wrap my hair in.

I pushed the curtain that played as the door to the side and started walking to my room. Everyone was still watching their shows and were concentrated on nothing else. I walked behind the couches so I wouldn't get in the way and walked towards my room. When I reached my door way I stepped inside. I got a fresh pair of black jeans, (Marian had stolen them) and a small clean purple shirt. On one of the shelves that was the role of my walls I had brand new bras and panties. Marian was nice enough to give me some girl necessities but never anything designer or rich. I put one of each on and then put the jeans and shirt on over them. On the desk that I had in my room against the actual wall the boys had installed a mirror. I looked into it and peered at myself.

Is that really me? I look so different! Now that all the dirt came off you could actually tell how pale I was, you could tell my hair was a dark brown. I couldn't take my eyes off of the stranger in the mirror. My jawlines were defined and my porcelain collar bone stuck out beautifully. My skin tone was like smooth snow against a perfect black night.

I never realized how dirty I had become until now. The others must look like entirely different human beings underneath all the dirt on their skin. I couldn't take my eyes off of the person that stood in the mirror. But as I started to get the hang of what I looked like I peered down at the desktop and saw a bag. It was a regular grocery bag but the contents inside were foreign to me. Inside laid makeup. Not just a little bit but tons of it! There were bottles of light colored liquid; there were pencils and dozens of eye shadow palettes. I didn't know where to start!

Among the pile of things that had been placed on my desk there was a brush. I needed a new brush anyway as my old one had no handle and barely had enough bristles to even be considered a brush. I grabbed the handle and took it to my hair. It went smoothly down until it approached the ends. I kept brushing until my whole head had been gone through. I set the brush back down on the desk and looked at myself one last time in the mirror.