21. Yay! Recovered and Awesome
---3 weeks later---
It's been 3 goddamn weeks and I'm finally able to get outta bed and move! As I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, I felt awesome. I jumped up and down, giggling happily. I twirled around, humming. 'Finally! OMFG I thought I'd be stuck in that mother fucking bed forever!' I sighed. It was early in the morning, so I guess all the boys were still asleep. I bit my lip and stared at myself in the mirror. Key had used his powers to heal my wounds, being the darling man he was (note the sarcasm). My bruises were all gone, thankfully. And my head no longer burned. Phew. Thank god I was able to recover.
I searched in my closet for something to wear. It wasn't easy. I had so many things to try it was nearly impossible to choose. When I finally decided (which was probably after two hours), I hurried to my bathroom for a quick shower. I turned on the faucet, turning it on hot. I stripped off my clothes, and hopped into the shower. The water pelted my skin, relaxing my stuff muscles. I soaped my hair with Dove shampoo I had bought, and massaged my body with the forest scented body wash. Lucky me, I thought as I washed down the soap with water. I turned off the shower, and walked out, grabbing one of the fluffy towels and drying myself. I was soon bone dry, including my hair, which was once more, silky smooth, and pulled on a fresh pair of white undergarments. I pulled on a pair of tight black pants, a grey sweater with a black, sparkly heart on it, a black beanie, and black boots. I tied my hair in two twin braids, with bangs hanging on the front. I did my makeup, which was simple and not overpowering. I smiled, and walked out the bathroom, feeling fresh AF!