Her eyes opened, pain, bright light, head pounding. She attempted to push herself up from the bed she was laying on, and her left arm gave out. Why wasn’t her arm working? Pain in her head, she was dehydrated. Belle forced herself upright and sat there trying to collect her senses. She couldn’t remember the last thing that had happened, memories are too hard to think about. Miserable, she stood. Looking into the mirror on the wall across from her she noticed how ragged she looked, and she was missing all but her panties.
Where were her clothes? She stood up slowly, moving forward to brace herself against the wall. Belle moved toward the exit door, the room looked familiar somehow. She tried to take notice of something so she could piece together the information later, the confused girl knew this room was important. No avail, she had no idea where she was. Belle inched further towards the door that would lead her outside, her left arm was not responding to anything she wanted it to do.
It felt like it was asleep! Belle found someone’s old “The Used” T-shirt on the ground and donned it as her own. It was so difficult to put on, she had to use her right arm and hand to move her left one through the hole properly. The T-Shirt being stuck on her head for a moment she felt miserable, the girl had determined that escaping this room as fast as possible was her best plan, regardless of the circumstances.
Belle approached the door leading outside, and turned the knob so she could step into the hall. The pained woman exited the room and was tormented further by the bright lights in the corridor. The young woman knew she was in the officers’ quarters, a little ways away from her own room. She stumbled down the hall and in passing, few people in full uniform stopped to turn their heads and bare a disgusting look down on her. She didn’t care, she was oblivious to their disdain. The only thing Belle needed right now was her room, her room was her sanctuary and there she could sort the situation out.
The distressed girl made it the end of the hallway and waved her hand at the security panel leading into the next section of doors. The panel flashed a bright blue and the door slid to open. The doors were made of a thin, opaque, and strong glass. The glass was surrounded by some type of silver metal, and the whole thing was on an electronic rolling track. When someone swiped their hand at the panel on the wall, it flashed a color and the door opened by sliding inside the wall rather than swinging open or it informed you that you did not have access to continue.
Belle continued, taking a right towards her area of the ship. These halls were deserted, she assumed must be time for formation on the deck above. Through her clouded mind she was thinking about how she was going to explain what happened, and if they would believe her. Belle found her room, finally, a sigh of relief. She waved her hand and it opened, a weight seemed to have been lifted off of her chest. Inside she discarded the T-Shirt she was wearing onto the floor. Her room was freezing, a constant sixty seven degrees, that was the temperature her grandfather told her was best to sleep in.
She often thought about him, one of the only kind people in her life. No time for that now, she hobbled over to the sink and flung the faucet on. She lowered her head without hesitation, no time to get a cup. The anxious woman was chugging water from the faucet, water running down her cheek and neck, down her slender body onto the floor. The water was cold too, but that didn’t stop her. Belle drank like it was the last time she was ever going to taste water again, slurping and stopping only for a fresh breath.
Her escapade finally came to an end and she proudly stood up, wiping her chin off. She felt relieved, her eyes that were sluggish and dry were now quenched, her head still hurt and her mind was slow. But she felt a little better and that’s all that mattered. The girl went to her dresser and picked out her clothes. She threw them into the bathroom next to her and followed them in, stepping on the cold floor inside. Belle took her panties off and threw them into the wicker hamper she kept behind the door. “Shower, on. Make it hot, and adjust lighting to purple” The ceiling light softly changed hue to a nice amethyst color and steam began emitting from behind her “Fuck it, Just get Naked” shower curtain.
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Belle pulled the curtain to the side and cautiously placed her foot on the other side of the shower wall. She made her way in and took a long moment to collect herself with her eyes closed, her hair down and framing her soaked face. She was bracing herself with a hand against the wall in front of her, now trying to move the other one to no avail. The beautiful girl flipped her head up and smoothed her hair behind her ears, so that it was out of her face.
Belle began running a mental diagnostic on herself, “My arm doesn’t respond to my commands” she thought. “However, my fingers slightly move and it feels asleep from the shoulder down. I experience no pain aside from my headache”. She took her right hand off the wall in front of her and began using it to feel different points on her arm starting at her wrist. She squeezed her wrist, forearm, and all the way up her to her shoulder. “No pain still. No broken bones, it must be muscular related”. She thought about cases called Saturday night palsy, where a drunk man would fall asleep with his arm in a precarious position over the cushion of an armchair or couch and he would have no sensation or awkward movements for a few hours. “I don’t know”. She spoke out loud, and groaned. “Agh!” She was frustrated.
Her only conclusion was something was affecting her brachial plexus and it impaired her from moving. A Brachial plexus nerve ran into the shoulder, and if it was damaged some of the symptoms she had would be occurring. She computed that she might have possible nerve damage from something, though there are no external marks. Belle thought about what could have happened to her last night.
She knew if she had been a victim of rape she shouldn’t have showered, but she still had her panties and a shirt from the room she was in. Some evidence or conclusions might be made from those items when the story from this is figured out, she thought. She needed this shower to collect herself though, to her it was a necessity. Steam was clouding the bathroom now, Belle felt tenfold better.
Her head was still hurting though. The young girl sat down, pausing while her legs shook as she was on her way down. *Deep breath* Belle thought clearly to herself “Have you ever examined where you are at this exact moment in life and wondered if you had made the right decisions? If I was locked in this room the rest of my life would I be content? I would be safe. I miss my family, my daughters. I don’t want to be on this ship anymore. I don’t have my father to talk to, he was the one rock I had in my life.
The one person I knew I could talk to about anything, it’s so difficult without you papa.” *Deep sigh* Clicking back to reality she realized she must need food, Belle identified her body as being catatonic by now, in desperate need of nutrients. No time to eat, she thought. Belle peaked her head out of the curtain and looked over at the mirror above her shiny white sink.
The mirror displayed the time inside of it, weather, and other information she chose. It was considered a “smart” mirror. The time was 0939 Hours (9:39 AM). She assumed they would be gathering up for formation about now for the 10:00 Sunday Morning Inspection. Belle had to make it, there was no exceptions.
Even in her state she would manage to struggle through whatever was ailing her. Belle gathered her strength, sitting on the shower floor. The warm water running down her face, into her eye and nostril. Belle adjusted slightly, shuffling to move into a position where she could keep her eyes open and stare at the floor for a moment longer. She was clutching her knees, comfortable in this moment just sitting in the steaming hot shower. Belle was fine she had been through worse. She was certainly shaken up though, and was her trust misplaced in her friends? Who had done this to her, and what had happened? She rose and placed her only working arm against the wall for support in front of her. Belle was going to do this, she was going to go upstairs and get to the bottom of that miserable night. Her door opened, Belle shrieked.