Guardian

Chapter Five

Getting up the next morning was hard. My eyes felt like they'd been glued shut and my mouth was like sandpaper. I wanted to turn over in my bed and go back to sleep, but I knew I couldn't. the warmth of my bed was nice and soothing, the outside air was harsh and cold, I could even hear the wind against my windows. I was happy enough in my bed.

Unfortunately for me, my sister was against that idea.

"Feather, get up! I need your help!"

She came bursting into my room, dressed din only a towel, darting to stand from the wooden floor to my carpet, muttering about the cold floors. She sat on my bed, just inches away from my legs and started shaking me.

"Come on Fee! I really need your help." She whined.

I looked over at her, not yet moving out of my cocoon.

"What could you possibly need from me, your little sister?" I asked her, raising one eyebrow.

She looked at me and threw herself down over my legs, I winced a bit at the uncomfortable-ness of the situation.

"I have a date. It's set for lunch time and it's nine and I have absolutely no idea what I'm going wear." Paige said.

I looked at her for a second, before smiling a little bit "Two things. One being that you'd look good in anything. Second being that my question still stands, why do you need me?"

She rolled her eyes "Little sisters are there to comfort the older ones when they're nervous for a date. You're here to help me decide what I'm going to look like. It's either that or I'd have to take you with me and it's a bit tacky."

I snorted in amusement. "I'll help you, only because I don't relish the idea of going out on a date with you to be your wing-woman."

I did get out of my bed, unfortunately, and helped Paige get ready. We decided that she would dress casually, while doing so, she informed be about the person she was going on a date with. He sounded great, though not really the kind of person I would go out with. Not that I knew much about that sort of thing anyway. I'd never been in a relationship myself, much to my sister's disappointment. She dreamed of the day that I got a boyfriend. Or girlfriend, "I don't judge" she'd told me.

Once she was out of my room, in her own to throw on some make up, it was ten in the morning. I'd helped Paige to her hair and get dressed, which left me with nothing to do now. It was a Saturday morning, where usually I'd be with Jasmine, I couldn't be. She was visiting her grandma this weekend as she wasn't the healthiest. I couldn't really me upset, if it was my own grandma, I'd want to be with her.

Sighing to myself, I sat down on my bed, looking down at my hands, picking at me nails. I kind of just sat there for a few minutes, picking and letting my mind wander. I wondered what I would do for the rest of the day, suddenly bored out of my mind. Toby and Greg were still asleep and my mum and Peter were having a quiet morning on the porch. It was their Saturday morning tradition.

So I got up, grabbed my towel and made my way into the bathroom, planning on having the longest shower ever, just to wash away the grimy feeling on my skin. The one you get after crying, where your skin feels like it's crawling and suffocating at the same time.

I jumped in after stripping down, standing far enough away from the water, I turned it on and waited for it to heat up. While I was waiting, I listened for a few moments and I could have sworn I heard someone pacing outside the door, though I knew it was silly because Paige was in her room and everybody else was busy with there own things. Plus there were two other bathrooms in the house, so if they were really desperate they could just use one of those. Due to not paying attention, I'd put on the straight hot water and when I put my arm in to test it, it burned.

I let out a gasp of pain as I quickly withdrew my arm from the spray of the water. Then I took in my situation. The taps were on the other side of the hot water spray and there was no way I could get my arm around it unless I was a contortionist, which I was not. I could have gotten out of the shower and turned the hot water off and waited for it to run out, but then there would be not water left for me to shower with, no hot water anyway. The only way for me to turn off the water and cool it down was to reach through, which definitely wasn't the most appealing idea, as the thought of scorching water wasn't pleasant. I looked down at my forearm, where it had gotten touched with the hot water and made sure that it was alright. A little red, but no serious burns.

Sighing, I put my arm in, biting my lip hard to bear the pain of the water just long enough to turn it off, quickly switching the cold on and running it on my sore wrists. I tasted a bit of iron as I did so, and I knew I'd bitten my lip too hard. I shook my head and looked at my wrists and forearms, which were now a vibrant shade of red. The shower now seemed less appealing to me.

I made it through the rest of the shower, though I didn't have the long shower I had originally wanted. It was just long enough for my to wash my body and hair, then I got out. I quickly got dressed into the clothes that I'd brought into the bathroom with me, throwing my dirty pajamas in the laundry hamper before brushing my teeth. Once I'd finished that, I made my way out of the bathroom, shutting off the light as I went. I made my way down the stairs, rubbing at my sore arms, seeing Greg and Toby seated on the couch, eating bowls of cereal.

"You guys know where the burn cream is?" I asked them as I looked through the cabinet that usually held the medical equipment.

Toby looked up from the T.V. "Should be in the cupboard. What happened?" He set his bowl to the side, getting up off the couch and walking over, Greg quietly following.

"The shower is possessed and burned me." I said, pulling up the sleeves of my shirt to show them my wrists which was still stinging and pink.

"Ouch." Greg said.

I nodded, leaning against the counter as Toby fumbled for the cream, I felt little bits of pressure on my head, but it felt nice.