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17. changing mattress

For the first time Sylver looked at the room she would be calling home until she was chosen by a Squad. Infront of her were two beds, one in the left-side-corner and one opposite of it, where she had first seen Eyelash, and they both had a nightstand next to them. The door was to Sylver's right, behind her, while on her other side, at the foot-end of... her... bed... there was an enormous wardrobe, probably for them both, even though Sylver had no clothes except for what she was wearing, which still was, as she now with horror realised, the bright yellow hoodie and the pink pants.
'Oh girl, you are fucked!', said her brain, 'Eyelash saw you in these, and even worse, she did so all day long! As did everybody else! That is so comical! If you don't die by Eyelash's hands then you will by embarrassment!'
'But wait, Eyelash made out with us! Once for real and twice she almost did! How will she react when we whip out a sexy dress?', her brain responded with excitement.
'Oh damn, you are right! We could...', the damned brain responded, but Sylver interrupted it, "I don't wear dresses. Shut up now..."
At Eyelash's bed's foot-end were two doors leading probably to a bathroom and... what?
In the corner behind the door was an empty cupboard, the rest of the room was a wide empty space. And Eyelash was nowhere to be seen, and there was nowhere to hide in this room. Had she left? Was she in the bathroom? Which room was the bathroom?
She jumped when the door closer by the exit opened and Eyelash walked out, her black hair wet and only a towel wrapped around her slim figure.
"You are still standing there sweetheart? You are allowed to change to anything you can find in that wardrobe by the way, I like to share! If you wanna shower or take a bath go right ahead, if you're hungry then you can eat something in the kitchen, but leave me a yoghurt please, okay dear?", she said while walking up to her, opening the wardrobe, picking out a wide t-shirt and wide pants, then she walked to her bed, the towel falling to the floor.
Sylver averted her eyes as her heart and brain screamed at each other.
She began looking through the clothes, seeing mostly black or grey clothes of a stronger material than normal cloth, and finally she just took the exact same clothes that Eyelash had chosen. Sylver turned and walked to the bathroom door, and out of the corner of her eye she could see Eyelash dressing herself, but only with one hand. The other was watching her carefully.
When Sylver opened the door and stepped into the bathroom she could hear Eyelash chuckling, and she thought she heard her whisper "Adorable" under her breath, but she wasn't certain. She had something else on her mind now though.

"Wow!", Sylver whispered as she took in the entirety of the bathroom she had just stepped into. It was luxurious, it was enormous, it was everything Sylver had always dreamed about and she hated everything about it, because Goldie would have loved this and enjoyed this and she would have wanted Sylver to enjoy it all anyways, but she knew she couldn't. She undressed and had a quick shower with the perfect temperature and waterpressure and she hated how good it felt on her skin after she got out, and that thought kept lingering in her mind while she got dressed, but she could not quite pinpoint why.
When she got out of the bathroom again she could hear Eyelash in the kitchen, which worked just fine with Sylver as she did not want to be watched by her again. Despite the grumble her belly let loose she went to the far side of the room and right into the way too comfortable bed, closing her eyes and trying to force sleep upon herself, still with this uneasy feeling inside her. Sylver wasn't really tired yet, just really exhausted, but she kept her eyes shut tightly, even as Eyelash came out of the kitchen and seemed to walk straight up to her. Sylver could feel her presence standing over her, but it made her feel safer than it probably should have. "Sleep well, you cutie!", Eyelash whispered, but she didn't move away from Sylver's bed, and she felt a soothing familiar sensation, just like when Goldie was with her, watching over her, making sure she stayed alive. But immediately as that thought came Sylver also hated it and herself, as she had just compared the sweet, innocent, adorable and wholesome Goldie to this lunatic, beautiful, dangerous and deadly sociopath. She feared that would let her slip into nightmares, but after a while she just fell into a dreamless, unsatisfying sleep, Eyelash still looming over her, not having moved one muscle.

When Sylver opened her eyes again it was completely dark, but she could feel Eyelash still standing over her, and now it was getting out of hand, this was not okay! But when Sylver was about to put her in place she could hear sheets rustling softly across the room, from Eyelash's bed, and she immediately knew she was in danger and quickly rolled to the side, the knife that was meant for her heart raking across her back instead, and she let out a scream while trying to wiggle and kick her attacker, who brought the knife back down again and again, drawing blood until he or she finally managed to stick it into her side between her ribs, and suddenly she was covered from top to bottom in hot, coppery, sticky blood, and the pain in her side was immeasurable, and suddenly she was blind and she didn't know if the lights were on or if the pain was just blinding her sight.
"Don't move!", Eyelash said, her hands on her skin, cooling her down, slightly and carefully examining the wound, and Sylver thought she was beginning to see again, but then she felt Eyelash's left hand and the eye on her face. "Closed, dear. Not yet.", Eyelash whispered.
Sylver closed her eyes again and immediately passed out.

"Sylver, get up, you are covered in blood!", Eyelash said, and Sylver opened her eyes. There was no pain, and she was staring at the white wall splattered with blood, and she could feel the blood on her, some of it still sticky and some dried. Eyelash turned her around very gently, and the first thing she noticed was a knife stuck in Eyelash's right hand. The second thing were the corpses on the floor, one with his neck turned completely around in a weird angle, lying near Eyelash's bed, and the other one torn to literal shreds, all around Eyelash and even on Sylver's bed.
"What happened?!", stammered Sylver, but her roommate just shook her head and said, "We will find out in the morning. For now go shower that blood off your body, I will change the sheets!"
Sylver was confused, concerned, but she went to shower again, the water turning pink from all the blood running off her hair and body, and when she was done and returned to the main room she could see Eyelash dragging Sylver's mattress across the floor with her good hand, the bloody blanket lying on the corpses that were piled up next to Sylver's bedframe.
"We'll be changing beds tonight! I would have switched our mattresses, but that is a bit difficult with just one hand fresh out of surgery... anyways, sleep in my bed, I will sleep next to you on this thing here, and nobody else will try to kill us tonight I promise you!", Eyelash smiled at her, a maniac's grin on her pretty lips, "Not that you were in any danger, those guys missed you completely, you have goddesslike reflexes!"
Sylver's hand moved to her newest open wound while she was beginning to protest when she realised there really was nothing there, no blood, no wound, no pain, just smooth skin. "But I... I was stabbed! You saw the knife inside me, touched it even, removed it!", Sylver stammered, but Eyelash just shook her head, "You are mistaken, only I got stabbed, luckily in my unimportant hand for the time being, as these idiots forgot which eye I had transplanted first! You would have been completely impaled multiple times if I hadn't ripped your attacker to shreds, but luckily I was fast enough to reach him after your dodges! And now no more questions, you will find out more tomorrow! I promise you answers, I will have to explain to Matt how I almost let you get killed after all! Straight in my bed, forget pyjamas, just hop in, all will be fine in the morning!"
Sylver was absolutely confused, but she was so happy to have come out of a situation without havin to use her Focus for once, so she obliged and went up to and past Eyelash who mumbled something like "Thank you beautiful", and she practically fell into the bed, on the wrong side of the room in the wrong bed on the wrong mattress.
Her first night and Eyelash already had her in her bed. Sylver was so going to fall for this woman.