Black and Blue - Paloma Faith
The next morning, Cecilia awoke feeling particularly courageous after what had happened the previous night.
She felt like she wanted to prove that she wasn't the "princess" Daryl had labelled her, and maybe a new style of clothing would be more appropriate for an apocalypse.
Cecilia stood before the mirror in the bathroom and wiped off the make-up she had placed on earlier that morning, already feeling like she had been stripped bare naked. She grabbed a pair of scissors from the cupboard, parting her hair and pulling the two sections over her shoulders. She bunched up one half of the hair and cut it in a straight line across, roughly where her armpit was (which was a lot considering her hair went past the bottom of her back), doing the exact same to the either side. She lightly cut into the ends of her hair so it was less blunt, disposing of the hair into the bin. Cecilia then proceeded to get in the shower and wash her hair, shaving as she did so.
Cecilia hopped out of the bathroom and strolled down the hallways to her bedroom, closing the door behind her. She walked over to her chestnut draws and opened the very bottom one, sighing and speaking to herself,
"Time for me to up my game."
She grabbed all of the hidden clothes she had stashed away for years. Tank top bras, shorts, all dark in colour except from the odd few. Today, she decided on a black tank top bra, black shorts that fitted her, but weren't skin tight, so she could manoeuvre just fine. She wore a tactical leg holster which held a gun and a knife. She put on white tube socks with her combat boots.
She debated on putting make-up on or not, and decided against it. She took out her pearly earrings and placed them in her drawer, putting a hair tie around her wrist and her mother's ring on her right ring finger.
Cecilia smiled at herself in the full length mirror.
I'm comin' for ya, Dixon.
Outside, the group were busy doing the chores they had all been set, T-Dog, Daryl, and Glenn stood checking he ammo in each of the weapons they had.
"She's a delicate thing that can't stand to be told the truth. She's reliant on others to survive. Prolly 'cos her daddy gave her everythin' when she was growin' up. Treatin' her like a princess an' whatnot." He loaded some bullets into a magazine, clicking it into place and cocking the gun, making sure the safety was on.
T-Dog and Glenn listened to Daryl talk about how much despised Cecilia, calling her almost every name under the sun without hesitation.
They wondered what witty comment she would've thrown back at him if she was stood before them, which would've hopefully shut Daryl up.
Just as the silence overpowered the conversation, Glenn and T-Dog looked over to the house, hearing the door swing open and shut.
"Looks like the princess has taken off her tiara." Glenn responded, Daryl squinting his eyes at him, due to the bright sunlight. Glenn grinned and nodded toward the house door, spinning around to see Cecilia walking out, stepping off the porch and heading in their direction.
"Hey fellas." She smiled politely, stopping before them and placing her heads on her hips, Glenn being the first to reply.
"Hi, Cecilia." He was glad to see her becoming so badass, especially because it would change Daryl's mind about her.
