7
Katherine
For the next few days, I’m mostly on my own. Meal trays arrive once a day, left outside my door with cheese, bread, and an apple. I leave the trays out in the hall when I’m done, and they’re ferried away again.
One of the older women comes into my room with a box of hair dye. After trying to talk to talk to her, and again being unsuccessful, I just let her dye my long blonde tresses. When she’s done, the color is pretty close to my natural color… as if I never even had highlights put in.
It’s like Monster is erasing little pieces of my past, bit by bit. I find that more depressing than anything.
For the rest of my time, I continue to explore my room. I luxuriate in taking a bath, washing a lot of the filth that I’ve been building up away. I soak in the bathtub until the wa
