"Ms Appleyard, your shopping has arrived," the gentle knock at the door echoed through my empty studio apartment.
I sighed and placed the pencil down on the wooden table before making my way to the door.
"Leave it outside," my voice came out hoarse. I leaned back against the door as I waited for the sound of the heavy feet trudge off.
As soon as I heard the lift ding, I quietly unlocked the door pulling in the bag of groceries. Carelessly, I threw the bag onto kitchen counter and sat back down at the wooden table and picked up the pencil.
My long, black hair was greasy and my pale skin felt sticky from the surprising, warm British air. The second time today, I placed my pencil down on the table and stood up. This time I made my way into the bathroom where my dirty clothes were thrown around the floor. I made a mental reminder to give them a wash.
Adding to the mess on the floor, I pulled off my tank top and shorts, as well as my undergarments before sitting at the edge of the bath, filling it up with water.
I twiddled with my thumbs and looked around the enclosed room. My eyes landed on the mirror. It was covered by an old towel, the one I had put on years ago.
I shook my head and turned the tap off before placing a leg into the bathtub one by one.
I sat there, in the water. My knees were pulled into my chest as my arms were wrapped around them.
I looked down into the water and clenched and unclenched my toes.
The aroma around me was peaceful, just like every other day. It was something to enjoy, but sometimes I longed for a disruption, a change. But I was useless.
My long lashes fluttered as I loosened the grip around my legs, allowing my scarred legs to stretch out in front of me, my body descended into the water, my head was drowned into the water.
Air bubble came flying up, but soon they slowed down, just like they always did.
It was like a star who's given up. A deer who fell, and now it's soul belongs to the sky above.
My body bolted up, my coughs were loud but was silent to the world around me.
I closed my eyes and rested it against the cold, tiled wall that stood beside me.
