Ordinary {An O2l Fanfiction}

Chapter Thirteen

When I woke up, I had no idea what time it was. The whole cabin was still completely dark, meaning the light was off still and the sun hadn't risen yet. No one else seemed to be awake or moving, so I decided it would be a good time for me to take a shower. I grabbed my towel and shower stuff out of my bag, carrying it to the cramped shower. 

I got undressed and draped my clothes and towel over the pole holding the thin curtain. I pulled the shower knob out and immediately felt ice cold water flow down my back. I widened my eyes and jumped forward, hitting the wall of the shower. I grabbed the knob again and switched it to warm, letting me get back in without freezing my ass off. 

When it changed to the warm water, I sighed with comfort and relief. It was the first time I had actually felt nice whilst taking a shower. I've been so stressed out lately, with being sick recently, with leaving LA last month, and not seeing Joey for almost 3 whole weeks. And to make it ten times worse, my mom started drinking heavily again. Last week, one of her friends passed away due to a severe cancer infection in her lungs and she has not been taking it very well. I tried to help her, but all I got was a kick to my stomach and a middle finger shown to my face.

I looked to my stomach to see if the huge bruise was still visible, it was. I don't think it will ever go away, to be honest. I touched it, pain spreading through my body. As I thought more about my mom and how she would never stop drinking, I began to cry. The water coming down from the shower head mixed with the tears pouring from my eyes. 

Soon, I finished showering and pushed the knob back towards the wall. I pulled my towel off the rod and wrapped myself in it. I pushed my clothes off to the floor before opening the curtain. I pushed it open and picked up my clothes, throwing them onto my bed. I set my shampoo and body wash on the sink counter so it could dry before I put them back into my suitcase.

As I walked to grab my clothes for today, I began to lightly hum the tune to Knee Socks by Arctic Monkeys. I looked in the mirror in front of me and realized how disgusting I thought I looked with all these scars on my upper arms and wrists. I was just a pathetic girl, back then. Even now I think I don't deserve to be friends with the people I'm friends with. I never wore short sleeved shirts, it was always long sleeves, even in 98 degree weather. 

I walked into the small bathroom stall and let the towel fall to the ground exposing the scars on my thighs. I looked up at the door, not wanting to look at them any longer. I grabbed my shorts and slipped them on, eyes closed. 

I finished getting dressed and opened the door, only to see everyone else awake and getting their clothes ready to shower and get dressed. Two of the girls, Hazel and Raini, came up to me and asked what time it was.

"We aren't allowed to have our phones here, remember?" I told them.

"The counselors allowed to, we aren't." Hazel told me.

"Oh, really? Okay hang on. Let me grab it from my bag." I said, turning to pull it out of the small pocket.

"It's 6:30." I said, unlocking my iPhone.

They groaned simultaneously and trudged over to the two empty stalls. I laughed and set my phone on my pillow, locking it again. I sat on my bed and pulled out my copy of The Giver. I had just started reading this book a few days ago and I'm not sure what to think of it. My friend back in Michigan suggested I read it, apparently it's really good and now there is a movie coming out with Taylor Swift playing the Giver's daughter. 

She told me she wasn't very happy about that, but she didn't care because Brenton Thwaites, a "major babe", as Mack put it, is playing Jonas' character in the movie. I've never heard of him, but she's forcing me to see the movie when it goes in theaters so I can see him, since I told her I wasn't going to search him or let her text me a picture.