Infiltration(ON HOLD)

Chapter seven

I spent the next two days in my room. Pheobe brought me food. She dressed my wound. She looked after me with devotion. Gale occasionally checked up on me. The others stayed away. For which I was more than grateful. I couldn't deal with any of them.

"Gale prepared a bath for you , said it will help you feel better." Pheobe informs me.

She looked so much better than I had I first seen her. He blue eyes had more life in them. Her long wavy blond hair looked smooth. Her pale face had some colour in it. She looked calm , at ease.

"She said that there are a few new clothes for you in the closet. You have been wearing the same clothes for three days now." She says

I nod , waiting for her to leave so that I can get on with stripping my clothes. I frown when she doesn't leave.

"She said I should help you with it , to make sure you don't move your shoulders too much.
." Pheobe says reaching for the tank top I am wearing.

I flinch crawling away from her.

She looks taken aback.

"No" I mutter.

I felt darkness enveloping  me, pulling me down.

"Lisbeth, I just want to help you." Pheobe says kindly.

"I just want to help you out of the clothes." She repeats calmly.

"It's just me. I am not going to hurt you."

It's only Pheobe I remind myself. Pheobe is harmless. Pheobe is kind. She had taken care of me for the last two days. She wouldn't hurt me. I can trust her.

She reaches for my tank top again I don't stop her. She pulls it of my body carefully without disturbing the cast on my shoulder.

"You go inside the bathroom. I'll get you a towel." She says walking into the closet.

I remain where I was on the bed.
If I stand up she'll see. She' ll see what he did to me.

She frowns when she finds me where she left me , after bringing the towel.
She waits expectedly.

She just wants to help. What if sees them and find them disgusting? What then? They are disgusting. But I didn't want anyone thinking so.

"Lisbeth" she says the stupid name again.
Better be done with it quickly.
I hesitantly stand up walk past her to the bathroom.

She turns around when I reach the bath. I hear her gasp when she sees my back.
Scars big and small marked my entire back. They look hideous.
I wait for her to comment on them. I wait for her to ask her how I got them. I wait for her to call out on my courageous exterior. I wait and I wait. She doesn't say a thing. She just helps me in removing the rest of my clothes. I sit down on the bath.
The bath felt good. I felt fresh.

She got me a dress from the closet after the bath. A white sundress. A dress. I hated dresses. They just exposed too much skin. Something that made me feel unsafe. And it's not even black. I didn't like it. I complained.

"It's just a dress. I couldn't find anything else. There are a few clothes. All dresses. Gale must have picked them. And no black." She said.

"What are the other options?" I ask.

"Two dresses , both  floral print. One yellow the other pink. A pink t- shirt and skirt."

I scrunched my nose. This dress would do. For now.

"Maybe I'll tell Gale. She might get you some shirt and jeans."

"Black." I remind her.

"Black." she repeats after me.