Forever Changed

chapter 6



My bathroom has the sink sitting in black granite with shelves for towels and wash clothes, underneath. There is a huge vanity mirror, which provides plenty of lighting.

I have a closet door, which leads into a small room. It holds; makeup, feminine products, shampoos, conditioners, lotions, hair dryers, curling irons, combs, hair brushes, and so much more. I have pretty much my own salon in that closet. I also have a small area in there for medicines and another place for over a hundred bottles of perfume.

My floors are black tile along with the toilet. There is a red rug that lies in front of my Jacuzzi tub; it sits alone in the middle of the room. I love my tub because all the way around the tub, I have placed black candles. It is so relaxing.

I also have a walk in shower, but I hardly use it. Next to the walk in shower, is a handle in the floor. When you raise the handle it opens up to a hole. The hole leads all the way to the basement; this is where I throw dirty clothes. What can I say? My father was trying to make my life as luxury as possible. I can tell you though; I would not want to carry a basket full of dirty laundry down five flights of stairs to the basement. No one had installed an elevator when building on their part of the house and my room was located on the fourth floor.

While I was standing in my bathroom brushing my teeth, I was wondering what my mother meant by my father leaving a trail. Then I remembered the wad of money that I had pulled out of my father’s pocket; the money that had the paper and the rubber band wrapped around it.

I jumped into the walk in shower. When I was finished, I wrapped my dark brown hair in a towel, I towel dried myself off, put on my robe, and walked over to the mirror. I looked at myself, my eyes were red and swollen, no doubt the results of crying so much. I had dark circles under my eyes; I pretty much looked like hell.

I brushed my teeth quickly and decided to throw on a little makeup and perfume. I blow dried my hair and brushed it out, then opened the door, and headed to my closet.

I have a walk in closet, the size of a master suite bathroom. It contains all the clothes, shoes, belts, jackets, and purses that any teenaged girl could ever want. Only thing is, all my clothes are black, grey, or a dark red. That ‘normal’ teenage girl would be very unhappy.

I chose to wear a pair of black slacks and a grey sweater; it was kind of chilly from all the storms we had been having lately. I put on a pair of black Nikes and headed over to my dresser. I opened the drawer, that I had hidden all the money in last night. I grabbed everything, even my camera and walked back in my closet.

I have a little section in the back of my closet that has a safe box for jewelry and money. The jewelry has been passed down through the generations and of course I have my regular jewelry, which I have wanted inside of it. It all stays locked up and is hidden behind a shelf that holds my shoes. I took the film rolls out of my camera, removed the paper wrapped that was around the money, and placed everything, but the piece of paper, in the safe.

I walked out of my closet, walked over to the right side of my bed, and pressed the hidden button; that allowed me to enter my entertainment room. I switched on a

lamp and walked over to the leather couch while sitting down. I took a deep breath and unfolded the piece of paper.