The Girl

She sat on the wooden chair, pressing her back up against it’s spine until she heard her bones creak. The chair ached with stiffness as she shuffled herself into a more comfortable position.  A seemingly impossible task. She heaved her legs over and under the chair, desperately seeking for the right balance. Eventually she kicked her shoes off, feeling a splinter of freedom.  She wiggled her odd socks, admiring the holes that grew in the bunched up material.

She’d never ventured into this café before, but something about the unseen, rustic nature of it whispered to her, demanded she visit it. She could see there was no question to it. She simply had to.

She checked her watch, only to then realise hours had wandered past her whilst she was blissfully unaware. She was now hunched, clasping the cold hot chocolate between her bony fingers. She starred at the wall, looking, but not really seeing anything. Though the hot chocolate was cold now, she was still yet to let the drink pass her lips. She didn’t care. It wasn’t the time for hot chocolate.

She ran her fingers across her scalp, hair growing in uneven patches. It had been that way since the accident. She shuddered at the thought. It had fifty two hours, thirty three minutes, and five seconds exactly, and she had thought of nothing else. She pulled out a mirror and headscarf from her bag, tying the scarf around her head neatly. Immediately, she felt self-conscious.  Like, three hundred pairs of eyes were burning themselves into her skin. Scarring her flesh with their judgement. The ridiculous flower pattern only made the uneven foundations on her scalp all the more apparent. It would have to go.

She sighed. It was the kind of sigh that would tickle her ribs as it rippled through her chest. The kind that would move mountains if only she opened her mouth wide enough.

Ashamed, she could only shake her head. She swore that she could almost feel the riptide of her curls crashing against her neck.

It had been fifty two hours, thirty three minutes and five seconds exactly, and she had thought of nothing else.