Shower To Slumber... (C/J/K)

Khunara follows Johnathan almost silently, hugging her bag close to her chest as she does so. Her eyes take in every small detail from the earthy tones to the calming lights. It almost feels like a real home to her, but she reminds herself this is temporary. She will not be staying here, but will probably soon find herself locked up in a room with patient after patient. Not that she minds, but she likes to the feel of this place.

Once shown the room, she looks around a bit and hesitantly sets her bag on the bed. “Thank you, again, John,” She says with a slight respectful bow. “I will make sure not to leave a mess of any kind. Your kindness is greatly appreciated.”

After John leaves, Khun finds clothing to wear and slips off to the bathroom. Before entering, she sets her shoes to the side and tosses her coat onto the bed. Slipping out of her shirt and tights, she puts them on the floor, following that with her bra and panties. Turning her back to the mirror, she looks over her shoulder as if looking for something. All she sees is the strange and ugly scar that follows her spine from between her shoulder blades all the way down to her collarbone.

[I]"You deserve this, you monster!" Her father yells as he slices into her back again and again and again…[/I]

Flinching from such a horrible memory, Khun turns her gaze on the shower and steps inside. Taking a moment to adjust the knobs, she eventually gets the water to the correct temperature. The moment the warm water splashes against her skin, she lets out a soft sigh of relief. "It's been so long…" She whispers in Japanese before getting to work on scrubbing at her skin and washing her hair. It takes a lot of work to get tangles out of her hair, but she succeeds in the battle.

Once all done, she cuts off the water and steps out. Grabbing a towel, she begins to dry off and is very thankful for the condensation all over the mirror. She does not wish to see herself again.

After drying off, she opens the door and slips on her clothes, letting the air in the other room sweep in to cool her down. Without all the grime and dirt on her, that soft pale skin is now visible. The jeans from Lydia are even a bit big on her, but she tightens them with a makeshift belt from her bag. The shirt is simple, black, and has some silly logo on it she does not recognize. Not caring, she braids her long hair and ties it off with her ribbon.

Grabbing her dirty clothes, she leaves the bathroom and steps back into the bedroom. A part of her wants to keep the door ajar, leave it open even, but she is afraid of all the horrible possibilities that come with being a mutant. She remembers seeing and helping other women that were vulnerable against monsters.

It still amazes her to this day that the real monsters are humans.Why they have to be so cruel to things they do not understand still confuses her.

Sighing heavily, she closes the door and even locks it.

“Goodnight everyone,” She whispers to the door before going to the bed and laying down with the lights still on…