Fractured Youth- Part TwoA Story by Kenny SteelePascalle showers. Steam filled the bathroom as Pascalle cranked the hot water
knob and stepped into the stream of water coming from the showerhead. She was
almost too tall to get her hair under the water, so she had grown used to
stooping under the nozzle to wash her choppy red hair. She had cut it all off
in a fit of boredom and now, it stood up in all directions, save for two long
bits on either side of her face. Dillinger hated it-“You look like a dyke. Not
even a cute dyke, you look like a man hater.”- But then again, Dillinger was
always ready with a put-down. Pascalle hissed in pain as shampoo suds dripped down into
her eyes. She scrubbed at them frantically, squinting through the bubbles to
find her washcloth, grabbing it and squirting hand soap onto it. Body wash
seemed so impractical, since a bottle of hand soap could easily do the same
job, for half the price. She scrubbed her square shoulders, straining to reach
behind her head, running the washcloth up and down her body, trying to get rid
of the scummy residue from last night. When she finally decided she was clean
(physically, anyways), she stepped out of the shower and on to the unpleasantly
cold bathroom tiles, towel-drying herself as she walked back into her bedroom. This apartment was nothing special, and her room was no
exception. When she first moved in, she tried to brighten up the bleak concrete
walls with some posters and party lights, and while she managed to add some
atmosphere to the room, it still looked depressing. You know those girls who
are just…plain, despite wearing all the right makeup and all the right clothes?
That’s what this room was like. When she first brought her now ex-boyfriend over, he made
fun of her for having star-shaped string lights, so she took them down. When
they broke up a couple of months later, she wanted to put them back up, but she
was afraid that her friends would think she was childish, so they stayed in
their box in Pascalle’s closet. She tried to justify keeping them down to
herself, saying that she was too busy with work and writing, but she knew deep
down that she cared too much about the opinions of others. © 2012 Kenny SteeleReviews
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2 Reviews Added on August 25, 2012 Last Updated on August 25, 2012 Tags: girl, woman, shower, retrospect, deep, young adult, fiction, depression, dark, poor AuthorKenny SteeleAboutI'm (hopefully) going to be an author when I graduate. Tell me if I suck. more..Writing
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