House of Sand by Rojana Krait

Author:Rojana Krait [Krait, Rojana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Nevermore Mesa LLC
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THREE

NALA LACHAT

My binds have loosened but I’m carrying that feeling of security with me. I pull on my black shift and go back upstairs by myself while Adrienne waits for me in the basement. I’m not even afraid of running into Adrienne’s sister when I pass through the kitchen, though she’s nowhere to be seen.

On the second floor I pause at the landing and hesitate between Adrienne’s door and mine. I haven’t slept in the room assigned to me but I still have all of my things in there. Adrienne’s bathroom only has a 5-in-1 body wash and something has come over me. I’m in the mood to use some of the luxury bath treats in my own bathroom.

My own reflection surprises me as I undress. I take a moment to look myself over, something which I haven’t done in… I don’t know how long.

I almost can’t recognize myself. My skin looks smooth and peach and it’s almost like I’m wearing someone else’s body. All of my scars are gone. The only thing in my reflection that reminds me of my time with Olsen DeLeone is my eye patch, which I remove before turning on the hot water. I know that I’ll never get my eye back, but I also know that they make very realistic looking glass eyes these days, so that’s an option that is now available to me if I decide that the patch is bothering me.

I’ve never thought of myself as beautiful. I’ve never thought of myself much at all, to tell the truth, but now, in this moment alone, I feel a twinge of pride. I’m looking in my mirror and I’m not asking myself how I could possibly think that someone like Adrienne could like me. I can see that I could possibly be considered an attractive person.

Elizabeth really has worked a miracle with her oil, and I haven’t forgotten that I have her to thank for restoring my fangs too. I’m tempted to speak to her about my memory issues but I don’t want to tell her the extent of my fears. I don’t want her to be afraid of me and I don’t want to scare Adrienne off, especially now that things are going so well.

I’m still getting used to the feeling of hot showers. Olsen never allowed me to bathe with hot water. He believed that the ice water built character and made me a better artist. Actually, in retrospect, I don’t know if he truly believed that. He may have also just enjoyed being cruel to me in as many ways as possible.

I take my time in the shower, enjoying the hot water and the scent of the shampoo, conditioner, and body wash I’m using. They’re labeled White Peony. I wonder if Adrienne chose them. They smell a tiny bit like old lady perfume so I suspect that Elizabeth may also have been involved in the selection.

My closet is full of what I now realize is a ridiculous number of dresses.

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