I shivered as Amy scrubbed my back softly. I'm sitting in my tub, once again naked. Most of the mud was off of me. All I had to do was ash my hair and legs, then I was mud free. Her gentle scrubbing soothed the aching in my back, an I closed my eyes while sighing contently. A few minutes later, I felt the soft sponge leave my back.
"Well, now I can see your back. I'm glad you let me help you," Amy said. I smiled slightly and nodded. Handing me the sponge, and got up then walked to the door. "I'm going to call the others and tell them your home. You can scrub the rest of yourself."
After she was gone, I stood up, turned on the shower head and unplugged the tub. I washed my legs, and kept staring at the healed bite. It still scared me as to what I might have done. I shook my head, and grabbed the shampoo to begin washing my hair. The mud actually fell out easily, and soon all of it was gone. Scrubbing it once more to make sure most of not all of it was out, then rinsing my hair. It was, once again, it's shoulder-length pristine white-ness. Yes, I was born with white hair - with a small section of black in the bangs. When dry, my bangs fell over my right eye while I let the left portion of my hair hang in front of my ear. The bangs on the right were the ones with the small section of black. The back of my hair reached to my shoulders. It looked like it came out've an anime, because it was 'spikey'. You know, where little clumps of hair collect and they end in points naturally? That's how my hair grew. My friends loved it. My 'rivals' said I dyed it. Another curious thing besides that were that the tips of my ears were pointy and longer. How odd. As I pulled a clump of hair away, it snagged on my eyebrow piercing which made me yelp and slowly untangle it. The piercing was at the end of the left brow. I also had two piercings in my lobes, and one on top of my left ear before the point. I got out've the shower, and had time to look at my reflection in the full body mirror next to the shower.
My skin looked fairer than normal, but was expected. My eyes were an odd shade of dark violet. So much that they looked more purple than an off shade of blue. My shoulders were slightly broad, and I was somewhat muscled. I am built exactly how my mum is: Muscular with delicate features. My hair was pushed back to reveal my whole face. And, if you looked close, you could see that my right eye was a number of shades lighter that my left. All you had to do was stand about 5 feet away from me and you could notice it if you did compare the two. This is why I kept my hair over my eye. Ironically none of my friends have noticed the difference in the color of my eyes. I shivered slightly, and grabbed a dark blue towel off of the toilet seat cover. Wrapping myself in it, I ventured out into my apartment.
The 'Living Room' was a non-descriptive dark blue theme. Dark blue futon with black frame, black metal book shelves, a small black metal entertainment center with a T.V. in the middle. The cabinet that held what few movies I did own, along with a VCR/DVD player, was on the left side. Two small doors held the compartment where my Xbox and Gamecube were, which this space was located under the T.V.
A crossed from the Living room was the kitchen. All stainless steel. Counters, pots, pans, sink, and knives. If you came in through the door, the kitchen would be to your left, the living room to your life. If you continued down past these two and down the hall, on the left is the bathroom. To the right is a spare bedroom, and at the end of the hall was my half bedroom, half computer room.
Anyway, back to the kitchen. It had dark walnut for the wooden cabinets. The stove, refrigerator, dishwasher, and sink was along the back wall, farthest from the door. The counter space stretched from the wall the door was on, a few feet from the door, then turned and traveled a few more feet, like a border between the living room and the kitchen. Next to the wall separating the bathroom and kitchen was a small round table that could fit eight people. The tile was a cream color, while all the walls in this place were white.
The bathroom was a light blue color scheme, except for the towels, with a sand and seashells border all around the room. The Toilet and sink were on the right side of the room, with the door swinging in to the left. The sink/tub was all the way in the back of the room, and on the left wall, next to the shower, was a wide full length body mirror.
The spare bedroom was done in a dark violet theme. Comforters, sheets, pillowcases, and border. Another body mirror is in the corner of the room. The queen sized bed was in the middle of the room, with the head against the wall opposite of the door. There was a small dresser and closet on/in the wall to the right of the door. Not too much to describe.
My room's color scheme was a dark crimson and black. I had crimson sheets and border, while my comforter and pillow cases were black. My computer desk was in the left corner of the room, on the same wall as the door. The desk was made of the same black metal as the TV entertainment center. On the end of the desk was the small tower, then next to it is the flat screen. These are on the left-center portion of the desk. Next to those is my printer. Then, on a small stand next to the desk is my scanner. In the middle of the room, head against the wall, is my king-sized bed. Do not ask me why my parents decided to buy me a king-sized mattress when my best friend, Kali, had already bought me a queen-sized one. Yeah, they're kinda freaky. Anyway, my semi-walk in closet was a crossed the room from my bed on the right side of the room - much like the guest room.
I sighed, padding down the hall in my towel, and into my room. I walked over to the closet and opened it. Inside it was neat - all my clothes were hung up nice, and in the corner there was a built-in dresser thing where all my underwear, bras, slips, and socks went. I opened a drawer, put on a pair of crimson girl's boxers with a black dragon on the butt. I then slipped on a black bra, and looked though my clothes. I felt like going somewhere, even though I just got home. I felt like doing something. So, I grabbed my no-sleeved button-up corset, and tossed that on the bed. It looked like a business vest in the front, but had corset ties lacing the back, and it also came an inch above m pierced navel. I also grabbed the medium-short skirt Amy bought for me a while ago. It fell down to an inch above my knees, which was scandalously short to me. Small, hardly noticeable belt loops lined the skirt's waist, along with two fashionable black suspender straps being fixed to it as well. It was a dark, dark grey with a black and white plaid pattern. I opened up my sock drawer and pulled out two thigh-high stockings, which were black and white striped. I had many black shirts, and a lot of regular blue jeans, but I hardly went all out into a 'gothy' outfit.
I pulled on the stockings, then put on my skirt. I grabbed a belt, which was in fact my 'Tilt' belt - you know, the ones that are studded with little metal pyramid things. I put that on to hold up my skirt, then slipped on the corset. The neck part spilled down into a deep 'V' shape, so you could see the first half inch to inch of my cleavage, like it was supposed to. After that was all done I grabbed my boots. Lacing up in the front with a buckle around the ankle, they came up to just under my knees. I slipped them on, then used the zipper on the inside - facing toward the other leg - to secure them on.
I smirked, grabbing my leather purse - which was actually like a small backpack. Reaching in, I got out my mascara, eye liner, and eye shadow. Walking back into the bathroom, I uncapped the 'liner and started to apply it in a small, narrow line on the edge of my upper eyelids. I then repeated the process on my lower lids. Black traced my eyes and made my white eyelashes stand out like no tomorrow. I opened up the mascara and watched the black liquid coat my white lashes, revealing how long and thick they were. Capping my eye liner and mascara, I put them in a small pocket of my purse thing. I opened up my eyeshadow, rubbed the sponge on the ice blue powder, then traced my eyelid with the sponge-thing. The eyeshadow fanned out on my eyelid, and then I repeated the same thing on the other. Looking in my reflection, my eyes went to a dark grey, but paid no heed to it. Smirking again, I put the eyeshadow back into my purse, then left the bathroom. Had I waited a second longer, I would have noticed the small dots of gold flecking my irises.
I entered the kitchen, grabbed a pen and a piece of paper. Writing a quick note to Amy that I was going somewhere and wouldn't be back until after nightfall. I tore off that sheet, grabbed a piece of scotch tape and put it on the top so I could put it on the outside of my door. Grabbing my keys, I stepped out my door then locked it. I put the note on the upper center part of the door - at my eye level. Putting the keys back in my purse, putting it over my shoulder, I walked to the stairwell with my boots thudding and clinking all the way there.