Injured Feet & Rickety Hearts {Book 1 Completed}

//Chapter 79//

We slinked into the girl's dormitory. The room identical to the one the boys were in, we walked into the bathroom and I cringed at the white tiles. The flashes of memories crossing my mind, but like always I swallowed them.

The bathroom was evened out and drab. Two shower stalls on one wall, a toilet stool as well before that same pattern was mimicked on the opposing wall, making a total of four showers and two toilets. Down the end of the bathroom was two sinks, a large mirror scanning the wall.

I could see my reflection, and I won't lie when I say that I wanted to be sick. I was covered in black goo and griever slime. Layered over that I was caked with dry blood, the red colour in my lashes and eyebrow.

I looked horrible.

"Ok, how are we going to do this?"

Teresa asked and I sighed, looking down at Bark who looked around with his tongue hanging out. I remember when I washed him in the Glade. If we block him in, he'll be ok. But I can guarantee that we'll be dirtier when we come out than when we went in.

"You block him in and I'll scrub him, it should come off. I'll use the shampoo"

I stated with a sigh before I quickly shut the bathroom door. Can't have the dog running around the place if he manages to get loose. I walked back over, and we placed our stuff on the ground, the supplies almost curious to me.

"They gave us razors?"

Teresa questioned, holding the little t shaped thing up in the light as if it fascinated her to see one after so long. I laughed a little, I guess for us it was a long time since these things were common to us. I suppose when a griever is killing your friends you don't really care about body hair.

"I find that kind of insulting. You spend months out in a maze see how hairy you come out"

"They'd look like bark"

We both giggled, it felt weird. To giggle with another girl, it actually pushed at my mind. Like doing this made me remember something. At this point I'm not even surprised anymore. I gave her a genuine smile before I took the shampoo bottle.

"You ready?"

I asked and she nodded. With a quick whip of her hand she pulled the curtain aside and I pulled Bark inside. He was too dumb to know what was going on. But the second that Teresa blocked the exit and I turned the shower on full blast the dog howled with disapproval.

I was rough. But I didn't have much choice as he thrashed around, I tried to add heat to the cold water but that didn't seem to help. He just really hated being washed.

The grotty water that came off him swirled and went down the drain, a lot of it got in my eyes. The water rinsed my own hair and made it hard for me to see, but I did my best.

Squirting some soap on the dogs back I scrubbed him. I kneeled on the rope so that I had two hands now, with that I was finally getting some progress. After a few more minutes Teresa dived in, scrubbing the dirty animal as well.

There was lots of shouting and yelling but after a few long and painful minutes the water run clean and the animals coat was free of subs. I let him go, knowing I wasn't going to get much better than let.

The wet animal ran away, thrashing and shaking as we lay panting. I remember I swore to myself that I would never do that again, I wished I had honoured my word because that, I had almost forgotten how bad that was.

Teresa looked at me, her eyes wide with shock, clearly not expecting it to be quite that bad.

"You do this often?"