As I stood, my feet shook, uncertain of what to do next and whether it could even support my own fragile body or not
. The shirt I wore, my favourite shirt I wore on the trip back to here had fit me comfortably and perfectly now looked so loose and big on me you could have mistaken it as a summer dress or a nightgown.
Didn't matter if I was a boy or not. As soon as I had stood, it slipped off of my shoulders and crumpled to the ground, folding in over itself leaving me shirtless in a very humid room.
Bending down to fetch the shirt, I lifted my feet so as not to trip myself and slid the shirt off from under my feet. Trying to ignore the alarming body shape and how my ribs popped out,
I shuffled over to my dresser, and pulled out a fresh pair of socks, a shirt I assumed would stay on, pants that I used to complain to myself were too small and boxers.
Of course.
Waddling to the bathroom, I pulled out a towel from the closet, placed a hairbrush on the sink along with a hairdryer, gel, toothpaste and lastly a toothbrush.
Checking over the things, an item popped into my head that I had forgotten about and pulled open the closet again where the towels were and a shelf above the folded towels I grabbed my deodorant.
Placing it on the sink top with the rest of my toiletries, I reached my hand into the shower and pushed the lever, turning it to the right simultaneously causing the water from the shower to run.
It worked just as well as it did the last time I used it. Which was impressive, because within the three month span of memory of chores or lazy things I did I don't remember taking a shower in any of them.
I stole a glance at my reflection in the mirror and I immediately regret doing so. Skin stretched out thinly over bones, the glowing light of life once on my face gone.
Replaced by bags that made me look as if I had two severe black eyes, or a skeleton with no eye sockets and skin so inhumanely white it looked like my skin was soaked in bleach and then covered in sugar powder.
I was so pale my skin looked like it was suffering from lack of, well, everything it needed. Fighting against how much my eyes wanted to stare and find new details about myself in the reflection
I tore my gaze away from the mirror and hopped into the steamy shower. As soon as the first drop of water splashed onto me love bloomed and I was ready to dive into a bath full of this water.
Sadly, I don't have a bath. Keeping myself on track so as not to get carried away by dreams and then crushed by reality over and over again, I focused on what I had now.
How much of a gift it was to get up off my feet successfully and take a shower that somehow still worked. Snatching the shampoo, I popped the cap open and poured as much as I needed
onto my hands, smothering them in shampoo. Raising my arms above my head, I began scrubbing the dirt, oil, and massive amounts of dandruff that rained down off my head like wet snow and started the process of making myself feel new and better again.
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Hooray! Progress! :D Even though due to obstacles and dilemmas in my life I couldn't update for a little while, at least I'm here now! ^w^
Right?
I like to think so. Anyways, I'm trying my best to update this once, maybe maximum stretch of time once every two weeks, but I don't want to go any shorter or any farther
than those time periods because I have school and other things that need to be done as well. I love Wattpad, but real life does come first in some exceptions and school is
definitely one of them.
I need good grades because they count, the second term ended Friday and now I have to work really hard because third term counts the absolute most out of all of them.
Also, there will be a break around, February 26 to sometime around March because I'll be on vacation, but it gives us two weeks and a little while,
so I know we'll definitely have at least, hopefully three updates before I leave and as I said in this sentence before hopefully more.
Thanks you guys, and I hope you have a wonderful time in the meantime until the next update comes <3
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It's Mine (Trilogy to 500 Apologies and 2000 Tears & Our Fault)
FanfictionThere fault huh?.....No....It's just mine....It's all mine.