March from Darkness | ✓ (to be edited)

SIX

I was finally allowed to get out of bed today, thank God. Things still hurt, but it wasn't really as bad as it had been the past couple days and Sri had even told me that my back was almost completely better from the blisters that I'd given myself from the shower the other night.

I really wanted to take another one, one that would've actually burned me instead of just causing a few blisters, but I refrained from that in case Phrer or someone else decided to turn off the hot water altogether.

The dressings on my arms were lighter now, not as thick as they had been, meaning that those were getting better, too. I just hoped these ones left scars. I still didn't understand why all the scars I'd had before I'd died has vanished when I'd come here, but it didn't really matter anymore. The memories that had come with them weren't pleasant, but I guess I still had the psychological scars even if I didn't have the physical ones.

My legs hurt a little bit from barely getting out of bed for over 72 hours, but I reveled in it as I made my way to the shower so I would be able to stop smelling myself. I kept it relatively cold, a shock to my system that I wasn't used to. I usually took hot-ass showers, and being cold reminded me of rain, something that I also hated. But I wanted to retain my ability to use the shower and to keep the wounds relatively happy. While I would be fine if I died, I still wanted to die a death that didn't make me out to be a damned pussy like dying from infection would.

I quickly finished with my shower and rubbed the towel as hard as I could over the scratches that weren't deep as hell before re-bandaging my arms and making my way back into the bedroom so I could grab a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. It wasn't until I noticed that they were really fucking huge on me that I realized that these were Phrer's. I went to take them off before deciding that I would be an asshole today. If he got angry, oh well, it was his fault for not putting me back in the room he'd assigned me.

Which reminded me: Phrer hadn't come back down to kick me out of his room the entire time I'd been out of commission. It made sense, I guess, he didn't want to sleep in the same bed as me, but he still could've kicked me out and used his bed again.

I was still trying as hard as I could to remember the dream I'd had last night. It was extremely rare for me to forget a dream. They were usually nightmares, so of course they'd be potent, but I wondered what I had dreamed of that made me more terrified than most of the others did.
It had to have involved her death, but I wasn't so sure. I hadn't cried, so I hadn't been sad, just frightened. But what the hell was it about?

I groaned in frustration before I grasped the side of my head as my headache kicked back full force. It'd gone away sometime last night, but I guess being upset made it worse, so yippee, I was going to have a headache for the rest of my goddamned life.

I slowly made my way up the stairs to go to the kitchen, hoping to maybe be alone for once so I could grab a piece of solid food, like an apple. I would kill for an apple right now.

I rounded the corner into the room and sighed in relief as I saw the kitchen was abandoned for the time being. The space was rather large, with a double oven, a giant fridge, an industrial dishwasher and sink, a giant stove, and stainless steel countertops with large wooden fixtures built in for cutting boards. Everything was top of the line and almost guaranteed to work perfectly, but I ended up having trouble finding the damned fruit. There was no bowl on any of the counters, there was none in the fridge, and there wasn't any in the pantry.

What the fuck? Was it too damn much to ask for a piece of fruit? And I knew there had to be some because some had been on...

The dining room table.

I backtracked to the dining room and was equally disappointed when I discovered that they weren't there, either. Goddammit...

I squeezed my eyes shut and grabbed the side of my head, the headache throbbing again. I needed to stop getting angry over little shit like this. I opened my eyes slowly, the lights burning my eyes slightly, but when I opened them fully, my eyes widened.