relapse (remington leith)

chocolate

chocolate (brown) - association with the feeling of stability.
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I woke up, I stretched and felt a few of my bruises sting, so I retracted with a wince. I sighed heavily, these were gonna take a while to fade.

A feeling of happiness and safeness washed over me as I looked up to a cleaner white ceiling.
At least these bruises would be the last.
I sat up and looked around my practically empty room, I still had a lot of unpacking to do- Remington said he would help me though.
I checked my phone.

"Morning love, lemme know when you need my help." - Remington.

"Heyo darlin, swing by around 5?" - Me.
I sent him my address.

I left it at that and walked over to my bathroom, I turned on the shower and as I let it warm up, I looked at myself in the mirror. My bruise had significantly darkened, all of them had.
I needed to cover those up before Remmy saw them.. or anyone really. They were tender to the touch, the nerves under my skin tingled uncomfortably when I placed the lightest touch on the area. I sighed heavily,
I stripped and stepped in,
And only after I got my hair wet, I realized I didn't have any soap, or shampoo. Or food for that matter.
"Fuck." I mumbled. I stood in the hot water for a minute shaking my head. "How could I forget?"

I turned off the shower and got out, dried off and dug around my suitcase for concealer.
I covered my bruises with the concealer as much as I could.
I went out to the grocery store and bought plenty of food, and other essentials, Then I went to Ikea.

I only had a flatscreen, one L shaped couch, a table, a bed, and kitchen and bathroom appliances. Most of which were black or grey.
So I splurged and bought some shelves, plants, rugs and stools.
I had saved up all my money for as long as I could and I always made sure I wasn't buying anything I absolutely couldn't afford.

I got back home and it was just past 3.
Remmy had sent me a message.
"I'll be picking you up for dinner and then I'll help you unpack. <3"

"Thank you so much, I don't know how I could ever repay you."

"I can think of a few ways ;)"

"Remington!"

"HAAAA"

He made me feel so many emotions, or maybe it wasn't many, but I had been so used to not feeling any at all, that even the slightest expression was overwhelming.
Whatever I was feeling, I was eternally grateful.
I bought a black rug, black shelves to match my tv stand and marble countertop, four stools for my island, and about 5 different plants.

I played my Spotify playlist as I decorated.
A tall wilted fern by my kitchen counter, a large pothos that stuck to my wall in the corner by my couch, the dark vines littered with leaves laid up and across the grey wall gracefully.
A small potted bonsai tree on my kitchen island.
One large bamboo palm by my bed and a small succulent on my nightstand.
I littered my apartment with different scented candles. And I draped a dark emerald green coloured mandala on the large empty wall in my bedroom.

I strung some simple fairy lights above my bed. Turning around, I looked at my clock.
It was already quarter past 4.
I finally showered and washed my hair. I let it dry in natural waves. I put on my black high-waisted skinny jeans, and a black lace long sleeve crop top
I made sure the bruise on my ribs was covered by the shirt, and I concealed my face well.
I hardly filled in my eyebrows, and put on a little mascara.