3 months later
Perry
I brushed my hands against the wild daisies. What a beautiful flower. Most people consider them weeds. They pull them out of the ground and toss them aside. Fuck those people. I thought they were just as pretty as roses.
"Per, Come sit, sweetheart!" My mom called and I looked over towards our picnic setup. My mom was sitting next to my dad. Wine glasses filled their hands and love filled the air. I always envied the relationship they had.
I couldn't help but smile, though. My mom's once thinned and bloody hair was now full again. It had its bright red color and she styled it the way she always did - In a high bun. A few loose strands were left out to frame her face. She was gorgeous.
My father never put much effort into his hair but today it was combed back and he was more dressed up then usual. Well, if you can consider a flannel 'dressing up'.
I chuckled as I walked back over to the blanket and sat down across from them, "What's for lunch?"
"Have a little patience, Perry." My dad winked and I threw my hands up, "I am very patient. My stomach on the other hand, is not." I flashed them a smile and we all laughed.
"Get a move on!" My dad screamed and I flinched.
"Dad?" I asked and he screamed the same thing again.
A loud bang pulled me from the land of dreams. Every fucking time it gets good.
I ran a hand down my face and sat up. I couldn't help but feel just as at home in my tiny little room. I had managed to snag some décor and started making it my own the last few weeks.
I had orange fairy lights hung around the trimming of the room and some posters on the walls. I wasn't sure what they were from exactly, but they matched the aesthetic I was attempting to go for. When we searched a Walmart a few months ago, I grabbed some plants. My preference would have been fake ones, But I just grabbed what fit in my pack. Which was a tiny spider plant. When I say tiny, I mean the size of a teacup. Now?
Now its the size of a bush and it had offspring. Babies? I'm not sure what to call those. But, I now have around 5 spider plants and soon enough, I'll have to start giving them away.
I groaned and threw my legs over the side of the bed. I loved the room but ever since shit happened with Keith, it feels lonely.
Maybe a few more plants will change that.
I walked over to the bathroom and started the shower. I'm not even sure why I attempt to get ready anymore. I don't go anywhere. I can thank Mr oh-so-perfect for that.
I gingerly took off my clothes, trying to be cautious of the bruises I got during training. I was trying my best to get stronger but it was hard when you're half the size of everyone else and nobody is a huge fan of you.
I hopped into the steaming hot shower and stayed until the water ran cold. I'd apologize to my neighbors but they can suck it.
It didn't take long for me to finish getting ready. I settled on some skinny black jeans with some rips, A black turtle neck, and a green flannel. I put on my usual black combat boots and went back to the bathroom. I studied myself in the mirror for what felt like a long time.
I know it sounds conceded, But I got lost thinking about makeup. I had never really thought about it pre-outbreak. I hated the idea of having crap on my face. But lately, It's all I could think about.
I reached my hand up and began touching my blemishes. I had acne scars that once were beautiful but now I was insecure about them. My freckles seemed too crowded or that there were too many. I hated the shape of my lips and brows.
But most of all I hated my hair. I hated the memories with it and I hated the person I used to be.
Without really thinking, I grabbed the scissors from the shelf above the toilet and with my other hand, a clump of hair. I began cutting and kept cutting until the sink was filled.
The hair that used to be down to my hips was now above my shoulders. It felt lighter. I ran my fingers through it. It wasn't perfect by any means, but it was different.
I smiled contently. After nearly an hour and a half of getting ready, I was finally ready.
Keith
"Oh, Keith," The girl moaned as she finished. I yawned, I forgot how boring this shit was.
The girl, who's name I forgot, smiled up at me and reached a hand out. Without really thinking, I grabbed her wrist and put it back down. We weren't about to do reenact some cliché movie scene.
I'd save that for someone I actually cared about.
"I'm gonna go get some fresh breakfast." I nodded at her and got off the bed. Why were chicks so clingy? Not a bad thing when you're in a relationship with them, But I met this girl last night and she's clingy.
Probably daddy issues if I had to guess.
"Oh cool! I'll take a yogurt. Fat free." She smiled and sat up in my bed. Did I offer to get her breakfast?
I nodded and threw on my usual black shirt and left my room. I couldn't even say it was my room. It didn't feel like it. I didn't care for Knick knacks or even decorations but maybe some new sheets or I don't know, less feminine furniture would be nice.
"Keith," Less then 10 feet from my room and I ran into the one person I didn't want to.
"Perry," I looked down and felt my eyes widen. Her hair was all gone. Well, not all gone. But it was shorter then last time I saw her.
"Nice cut," I said attempting to sound cool. I believe I failed.
"Thanks," She bounced on her toes. I couldn't help but smile at her. She felt like home, what I imagined one to be.
"How've you been?" I asked and crossed my arms. Why the fuck did I have this feeling in my stomach?
"Bored." The way Perry looked at me wasn't like how she used to. Her smile didn't meet her eyes.
"Per, Im sorry. I really am." I sighed and reached a hand out. Perry backed away from me.
"Keith, You took away my freedom, right after you took everything else. I can't just forget that." Perry ran a hand through her hair and I nodded at her words.
"What can I do to make it up to you, Perry?" I practically begged her to tell me. My ego was definitely going to be bruised.
"Just leave me be, Okay?" Perry smiled at me and I reluctantly nodded.
I heard a door open behind me and I already knew who it was going to be, "Keith, Come back to bed! Forget about the yogurt."
Fucking yogurt.
"Another new friend, huh?" Perry scoffed and walked off. I turned and watched her go.
"Get your shit and get the fuck out," I looked over at the girl.
"You're even hotter when you're angry." She bit her lip and looked me up and down.
"I said, Get the fuck out." I raised my voice and she flinched.
"Okay," The girl nodded and slammed the door.
I fucking hated myself for what I did to Perry.