Ophelia's pov:

I put on the clothes. They are so big on me. The sleeves cover my hands and the pants sag off of me. I look at the pants and find strings at the top. I pull the strings as much as they let me and tie them. I walk in front of the mirror. I look really shiny. This is probably the cleanest I've ever been. The shirt and pants are so soft. I lift up my arms and look at them in the mirror. I shake my arms back and forth and the sleeves shake too. I look at my legs and lift one up. The pants cover my feet. I shake my leg and the pants shake too. This is so cool. I shake and the clothes shake. They shake more than me. It's like those dresses that spin with the lady wearing it. But this bounces.

I pick up the clothes I've worn for years and open the door. I look around and see the hallway. I walk into the hallway. It's so cold so I walk on top of the pants. My old pants didn't have this luxury. I look at one end of the hallway and see stairs at the end. I look down the other end but I don't see the end. I walk towards it hoping to see the end.

I walk right into the wall. So apparently the hall bends. I turn to the left and keep walking. The hall is shorter than I thought. Why is it so dark here? I hate the dark so I turn and walk back to the bathroom. There's nothing to do in the bathroom though so I walk back to the room that he said is mine. It's right next to the bathroom. The bathroom is between the room and stairs.

I sit on the edge of the bed. It's so soft. Omg it's so soft. I lay on it. This is heaven. I've been blessed. Me of all people have been blessed. But then I remember all the other people that I've seen that don't have a house either. Why should I be this lucky and not them? I'm not any better than them, I did nothing special to deserve this. They were the ones helping other people while I just watched from across the street.

I don't deserve this. I don't deserve anything the man has given me and I don't deserve these thoughts that make me feel like this. I know all these thoughts are wrong but they won't leave me alone. Why can't my brain ever leave me alone? I roll to my side and rub my arm up and down the soft blanket. It's so nice.

I hear a knocking on the door frame. I look and see the man. He is leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. "Why are you crying?" He asked. I was crying? I felt my face, I was crying. What should I say? "The bed is so soft." He walks over to the bed and puts his hand on the corner. "I guess you're right, well anyways common, we have to fix your hair." He walks out of the room and I follow him. He walks down the stairs. The stairs are huge and they twist. The stairs keep going. They do end at one point but the man turns and keeps going down more stairs.

I see a room. I walk down the rest of the stairs to see more of the room. I get off the stairs and look at the room. The roof has points with more wood crossing it. There is a door in the corner behind the stairs. The walls have lines of metal that curve at the top and the walls are a rustic red with beige. There are lines of red on the beige that make patterns. A pole holds up the corner of the stairs where it meets the 2nd floor. I look down and the floor. It's bricks that make a zig zag pattern. There is a chair next to the stairs and a round thing by the door in the corner. The top of the red walls have little lines in them and the bottom where the beige is has lines too. The metal holds all the wood. The floor has mats on it. They're black and worn.

I follow the man and he walks to another room. It's a kitchen. The walls are also beige. It doesn't look that big. I turn the corner and it is much bigger than I thought.

He walks to the sink and snaps his fingers and then a chair appears. How the hell did a chair appear? Now I have to believe magic is real because there is no other way. I wish I had magic. "Sit here" he says so I walk over to the chair and sit in it. My back is to the sink. "Here, hold these," he hands me two bottles. He turns on the sink.

Seth's pov:

Her hair is so damn thick and matted. This will take forever but it'll be worth it. She has such nice hair. "Hand me the conditioner," I tell her. She looks at the bottles for a second like she was trying to figure out which is which. She hands me the conditioner, I take it and put it on the counter. "Alright, lean your head back." She does so and looks at the ceiling as if admiring it. I turn on the sink and try to soak her hair. It takes a second.

I put conditioner in her hair and lather it in as much as I can. I then try to separate it with my hands before I get the brush. There's no point in brushing it right now because it would only cause her pain. I separate the loser ones first.

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After what felt like hours I got her hair separated. And for some odd reason she was staring at me the whole time. It was so weird.

"Alright, hand me the other bottle." She hands it to me. Time to actually wash her hair.

After a while her hair is clean. Now to style it. "How do you want your hair?" I look at her. "A braid please." "Alright, stand up." She does, slowly. Her hair is so long. I snap my fingers and a comb appears in my hand. I comb out her hair from the bottom to top. I snap my fingers again because I'm very forgetful. I grab the oil, and put it in her hair. Now it's time to braid.

That took for-fucking-ever. "Your hair is fixed" I tell her. She turns around and looks up at me. She grabs the braid and feels her hair. There's this sparkle in her eyes. Her body language changed. She looks so happy, and excited like a person reborn into their dream life. She even looks like a new woman.

I walk over to a window and see that it's dark out. I walk back over to Ophelia. "Time for bed" I tell her. She looks at me. "We have a busy day tomorrow."