Delivery Girl

Chapter 6

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All i cant smell is bleach. I feel like im soaking in it. swimming in a vast ocean of bleach. Im drowning in it. My nose burns and i cant breathe. All of my senses are activated at such a high level I cant even tell what is what. I look around and all I see is white. paint chipping off walls, and rusty pieces of metal scattered across the floor. but what am I in? So many questions flood my mind I cant think straight. I sit up, only to fall back down. Its slippery. Im in a bathtub. My head pounds. Its throbbing and i want to cry out. I open my mouth to scream but only  a strangled screach escapes my lungs.

"Finally awake I see." A dark voice rumbles. its familiar. So familiar, like a taste lingering in your mouth right after you've eaten it. But I know who it was. It hit me like a brick - the epiphany - and the throbbing intesifies.

i just stare at him. i can finally see him clearly. A scar discraces his face, It starts at the corner of his right eyebrow, circles around hsi eye, crosses over his cheekbone, down across his uper-lip. Its a dark pink, the skin around it is white and flaked. but, somehow it looks, blue. just a light tint. His eyes are a light tan, a mohogany color spiking like knifes out of his pupil; and a dark wood color engolfing the tan. Such a shame such an ugly personality had such a pretty eye color. His lips curl around his teeth so slyly I hate it. He has thick dark brown eyebrows that arent really shaped, but alomst toach his eyelashes at his normal age. Judging by the ripples in his skin under his eyes and near his mouth, he is about 40.

Sick. Its just sick.

Everything.

Him.

I study him. How he moves. He isnt exactly thin, but not fat. He is muscular, could take me out with one blow. I felt so weak and helpless. Like no one in the world could help me; nor would they even try. The man moves toward me, his chocolate-colored hair waves across his face as he picks up more bleach bottles and pours them into the tub.

"Time for your body!" He says sarcastically enthusiastic.

"My Body?" I ask.

"Oh Darling, do you need a mirror?" he says almost sympathetically. but i know its fake. Just his act of constant sarcasm and jokes. He annoys me; but at the same time, terrifies me.

"F-For what?" My Hair is wet. I didnt notice before now. I spark of dread fires in my chest. Like someone put a heavy weight of my chest restricting my breaths. I look around on the ground for any clues worriedly and my eyes catch something. something red. Something in stringy clumps. Its my Strawberry-Blonde hair. Cut off. my hands reach my head. Think hair lines the back of my head that is only about a couple centimeters long. The rest of my hair lines my jaw; and its not strawberry. Its a hue almost white looking, with just a tint of yellow. He dyed my hair. He bleached my hair. He cut my hair. All of it.

The spark in my chest takes Flame and becomes a raging anger that I can't control.

"You! You cut my hair!" I yell.

"Only mandatory procedures sweety." He spits at me.

"But! But!" Im so flustered I cannot bring words to my lips. Just frusteration.

"Just shut up, ok?' All the sarcasm melts from his voice and I shut my mouth and slouch in the tub. I close my eyes and wait for the cold shock of bleach on my semi-tan skin from the summer that hasn't yet faded. I push my knees against each other so hard the turn white.

"Are my eyes still blue?" I blurt. That was a stupid question.Really stupid.

"Well duh, i cant dye your eyes... or," he pauses thinking. "before you go on out, im going to stop at the store. get you some contacts." he says. Great. I just gave him an idea. Yep. That was a stupid question. Such a dumb, Stupid question. Im an Idiot.

I close my eyes again and tense my body so hard all of my muscles hurt. My head beats everytime my heart does. I just relax. Breathe. 1, 2, 3. i try to count to 10. Just trying anything to calm down my body. Im shaking. Trembling. Like a dog cowaring from is master. It's Tail quivered in between it's legs. Then the cold. its freezing, the bleach. He pours it on my stomach, and i flinch. He is really irritating me. But i say nopthing. Not a word. I just Sit there in scilence.

Bottle after bottle. The bleach is up to my collerbone.

"Ok. just soak here. and do not, move." He pauses for emphasis. But I get the message. and I wait.

This isnt so bad, laying in the bleach. The cold liquid corresses my body like silk. I relax. And Wait.