I Dreamt of Hope

Chapter 20

I walked into the bathroom, the door to it was right as I walked in my room. The walls were gray, it was small with a sink and no mirror a toilet in the corner and the shower just a part sticking out of a wall with a drain under it and a shelf that held soaps and other items. I looked down at my clothes, clearly, it was not going to be easy getting off, I walked back out into the main part of my room and realized there was just a bed and a dresser, and a desk and chair. No windows no fun wallpaper everything was gray. I opened the drawer of my desk I found a pair of scissors I took them back into the bathroom with me.

 I cut the shirt off of me, as my one arm was still burning with pain I didn't care. I had no intention of wasting my time to tend to it. I turned the shower on and took off the rest of my clothes with my one hand. I cringed as the water came down drop by drop, one after another. On one hand, I looked so very bloody and dirty but on the other. Nope, just bloody and dirty. The water wove its way into every crack of my arm that the stitches where protecting. 

My hair was going to be so freakin hard to get washed and cleaned, it was up in a ponytail, I raised my hand up to get it out. I pulled and it hurt like hell. It dropped down and was pretty long I think it was blonde or a light brown? I couldn't tell it was wet and dirty. I was kinda scared to wash or scrub my body. So I stood there and let the water rinse off anything it could. Minutes passed by and it bugged me that my hair was getting nowhere with getting washed. I grabbed the soap that sat on the self and rubbed my hand on my head to get some of the dirt, dust or blood out. I went to put the soap down but I dropped it, I leaned down to pick it up and the water hit my head washing the soap off and onto my body. The stupid thing found it's way onto my arm. I wasn't expecting that to hurt so badly so I screamed, ear-piercing even for me I kneeled on the floor of the shower. Not even a moment passed but the door flew open. 

"What's wrong?! I heard you scream!" 

I looked over and saw Mitchel, well from his waist down, he had a gun in his hand pointed at the floor. For a second I couldn't believe someone had the audacity to come in here like that!

 "Get the hell out! Leave or I'll strangle you with this towel!" I screamed back at him.

 He left quickly, I stood up, quickly sucked up any pain that I had to go through to get this shower over with. I reached for the towel sitting not the floor folded up nicely. I shut the shower off and slowly tried to dry my left arm. Ever so slowly trying not to pop another stitch. It took me about 10 minutes to dry off and find new clothes in my dresser. After I slipped some on I tried drying my hair with one hand and brushing it. That was a nightmare in itself, but the entire time I couldn't help wonder why Mitchel came running in like that. Arrogant fool, has he never hear someone scream? Although I didn't have access to a mirror I thought maybe I looked presentable enough to meet with the man that will no doubt have the seal to my fate.