"So, where'd you get the jacket?"
I asked, glancing at Frisk who lay contently on the dull colored sofa. She didn't bother to bring her hazel eyes to meet mine, they were glued to her phone. Yet she answered after a brief moment.
"My friend let me barrow it for a bit. I've been asking them forever now if I could and they finally fell through I guess."
The jacket, well, sweater jacket, looked rather comfortable. It was a powder blue, with four deep brown buttons on the right side. It suited Frisk. It was calm and casual, it didn't stand out, but that was part of what made it beautiful in the first place.
"Oh, that's cool. It looks really nice on you!"
I smiled slightly admiring the clothing. She gave me a cheerful 'thank you' and we moved on with our day.
To be honest, I'm relieved I didn't have to stay with G. I would have been so uncomfortable. Probably make things awkward too. Well, that's that. I could take a shower, since I didn't get one last night. Tori offered, but, I just don't feel comfortable being fully exposed in someone else's house, or with people I don't know. I stood to my feet, leaving the living room behind and casually informing frisk that I needed a shower.
I draped an eggshell colored towel over a metal bar that was implanted in the wall, allowing it to stay there until I needed it.
Turning on the water and allowing it to warm up, I stripped off my now dirty clothes, and tossed them onto the counter.
Staring at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but giggle. Every time I looked at myself I always had this empty gaze. As if something was eating me from the inside.
As for my body, well. I thought it looked like shit. No matter what I did to myself it was never enough. I would turn and twist in every way imaginable and watch, devastated every time my body would roll. Though, I know it's only natural for your body to roll after a certain amount of twisting, or even sitting or standing in a specific position. I'm still disappointed.
Snapping back into reality as I saw the glass begin to fog from the heated water, I stepped into the shower.
It's peaceful here.
It provides warmth and safety that I can't feel anywhere else.
And transports me to a different world, where my problems simply don't exist. I stood there, taking in the warmth that the water provided me for who knows how long. Me feet ached as the tile of the shower was merciless on my soft and tender feet. A pain that I've felt oh so many times. Yet no matter the pain,
I felt content.
Maybe I've been in here for to long. I questioned staring at my now pruned fingers. Turning off the water, I stepped into the cool air. goosebumps made their way up and down my body as I reached for the towel, and wrapped it around my soaking body. Taking one last look at myself, before exiting the humid bathroom.
Entering my room, I exposed myself once more, placing the towel on my bed, and quickly changing into clean clothes. I placed my hair securely in the towel that now sat on the top of my head. Checking my phone for any possible notifications I had missed in the shower, but, nope. Nothing. Not surprised.
Well, I guess I could do my laundry...
Carrying the plastic basket into the laundry room, I dumped the un-cleaned clothes into the washer. Maybe, I could do Frisk's laundry for her? I'm sure she'd appreciated it! Casually walking into Frisk's room, I gathered all her dirty laundry, and dumped it into my now empty basket, carrying it to the laundry room to be washed.
I sat on the couch while the washer made all sorts or swishing and splashing. Scrolling through Instagram I noticed frisk had posted a photo. It was a photo of her and G. They seemed happy. A small smile made its way to my face. I, don't think I've ever seen him smile before. It looks nice on him.
"Y/n!"
Frisk exclaimed while pacing around the apartment. She seemed distressed. What's wrong?
"Yeah? You okay? Is something wrong?" I asked, trying to hide my anxious tone. Clearly something was up, but what was it? "Where is the sweater? The blue sweater, where is it?!" I looked at her, confused. The sweater? Her blue one? "You were wearing it when you went back there? There's no need to panic we'll find it Frisk."She turned to me, with this look.
This odd,
Unsettling,
Sinister,
Look.
"Y/n. Where did you put it." Frantically I tried to find words, but nothing came to mind. I didn't have anything to hide, I really didn't. But with her angry eyes on me, I couldn't think. "Well, well, I, I did do my laundry and I was going to do yours, maybe it's in the basket?" Without saying a word she hurriedly went into the laundry room. I followed, hoping to see her find it, and wipe that look of her face. I've never seen her look like that...
"Found it." She mumbled throwing it over her shoulder. She turned to me, this unamused look plastered onto her pale face. "What?" I questioned, worries as to what she may say next. "You couldn't have asked before snooping through my stuff, really? This sweater is important to me. I don't need your snobby hands all over it." I was astonished. She's never been so, so, bitchy. "Well, I just thought you'd appreciate it. Maybe it would take some stress off of you." I spoke. voice fading with every word. "Yeah, well clearly, you didn't." Her eyes were so dull. They had lost their shine, their emotion, and a rock in my stomach told me something was very, very wrong. "I just don't want to be around you right now. I'll see you tomorrow." She snapped, pushing passes me. I didn't followed her past the hallway, but I was easily able to hear the slam of the front door as she left.
BEEP!
"Gah!" I squeaked momentarily as it quickly registered the laundry was ready to be switched to the dryer.
Hopefully tomorrow Frisk will get out of her funk. I can only hope.
