Looking For You

Chapter 10 - Helpless

Chapter 10 - Helpless

Waking up on a Saturday morning, the sun is pouring in through small slits through the curtain, lighting up the small room with a beautiful glow. The birds outside are chirping away, annoying me to the point where I pop open my eyes and stretch my arms out in front of me. 

Tibby’s duvet cover is covering her whole body, facing the wall beside her. Her light brown hair cascades over the blankets, little bunches slightly falling from her breaths that are small and quiet. I smile at my friend, being grateful for having someone with me every night.

I glance to my right to check the time on the alarm clock. It’s only nine in the morning, and I feel like sleeping in till midday. But I know I have things to do, so I remove the covers from my body — quickly regretting it — letting the cold air that hangs in the room wrap around my bare skin.

Stretching my back before I do anything, I yawn, feeling like a rusty robot. It gets a bit of getting used to waking up in the morning, but I somehow get through the worst part of the day. Fully waking myself up, I grab my clothes for the day and underwear that I pull out from a drawer. Taking them into the bathroom, I silently close the door so that Tibby doesn’t wake from any loud commotions.

Feeling the cold get to me annoys me the most, especially at times like this when I have to go for a shower. After turning on the hot water tap, I quickly undress, pop on a shower cap and hop in, letting the warm water soothe my cold skin while my body warms to a comfortable temperature.

Relaxation hits me hard now, getting lost in the water that falls above me. I guess showers usually bring thoughts to my head, always getting light bulb moments and unimaginable ideas. But right now, my thoughts are on a reasonable level, not going into deep endings and crazy outcomes.

Scrubbing the face washer along my body with soap, I think of Christian. I don’t know how he came to my head at this time, but he always seems to squeeze his way through all the worries in my mind that never seem to fade. I just worry about him too much, you know, since I know a little bit about his past and how he feels.

Putting aside my planning for the day, I think about what he’s going to do today. Since he has no friends, I wonder what goes on in his life, apart from homework and college. Does he do any outside activities? Does he go out to the mall? His life is concerning me, adding to my list of worries that interest me.

Rinsing my body with the warm water, I close my eyes, sighing. It’s a shame to watch someone live their life in misery and do nothing about it. It’s like watching a bully beat up an innocent victim, being the bystanders, chanting on the bully or watching the victim suffer in silence with no one to help them. I overthink too much.

I turn the hot water off, opening the shower door and quickly grabbing a towel from the rack that hangs on the wall. Shivering through my actions, I wrap the towel around my dripping body, clearing my thoughts from before and focusing on getting ready for whatever life throws at me today. I dry myself in no time at all, removing my shower cap and letting my hair run free.

I get changed into a pair of blue high-waisted skinny jeans and a black and white geometric-like patterned crop top. I style my hair down, lightly brushing my black curls, careful to not lose it’s bouncy volume. Quickly brushing my teeth, I grab my pyjamas and open the door quietly, stepping out into the dorm, seeing that Tibby has moved positions — I obviously have woken her up.