The Walls Have Ears

Your POV (Chapter 16)

There was nothing reflective in that room. Nothing to check your hair or face or teeth in. Nothing to tell me I looked like a hobo.

Nothing against hobos of course.

Running my fingers through my hair in stress, positioned my greasy nest at a terrifying angle, making me look like a cross between Napoleon Dynamite and The Weekend.

My skin was greasy and covered in tiny white heads that annoyed the crap out of me. Between my teeth bits of salad and seasoning took refuge, probably for days. Disgusting residue had built up in the inner corners of my eyes I didn't have to check to know that my breath probably smelt horrible too.

"Once inside the shower you will find that to your right is body wash, and to your left, shampoo."

I was just about to turn to Gerard when a blurry glass door slid closed. Sealing me away from the room and Gerard.

I do as I am told, I take off the shirt and pants I was given- no, dressed in, on my first hour or so here, and I step into the shower, the bubbly plastic flooring gripping my balance so I don't slip.

Would they even realise if I slipped and got knocked unconscious?

I turn on the water, standing as far as I can from it incase it comes out freezing cold, but when I test it, it's perfect. I douse myself in the warm water rinsing my face and hair, I wash my hair and my body and step out and dry myself off with the towel hung up on the wall. A small shaft door blinks white words that say 'open', and when I do, I find perfectly clean, folded and white underwear. I'm thankful for the delicates, but panic a little when I can't find anything else in the shaft.

I am not going to walk around in a bra and panties.

I close the shaft so that I can look around the small room ag-

"Please select your item or items of clothing"

I look back around to the shaft and a little touch-screen shows three icons: one with a shirt on it, one with pants on it and one with a dress on it. I click on the dress and wait for the white words to blink 'open'. When they do, a simple but cute dress sits neatly folded and warm inside the shaft, I put it on and actually feel quite pampered.

I decide to test my luck.

"Uh...comptuter lady? You wouldn't happen to have any mascara, would you?" I try to ask as politely as possible.

A long thin drawer emerges from beside the mirror containing around 50 differently shaped mascaras.

"The mascara ranges from shades of navy blue to black in the first three rows, Brown and purple in the middle two, and grey in the last row"

I have never seen so much make-up in one place before in my life. A smile forms on my lips as I reach over and open one of the blue mascaras, the wand wasn't clumpy or dry, it was brand new.

I bend over the sink and apply the blue onto my eyelashes, brushing them upwards and out. I smile at the look of a lonely girl loving a little bit of make-up on her face, and the thought that follows that sparks up so much excitement I find myself grinning from ear to ear.

"Hey computer lady, what other make-up you got?"