The shower feels good. I guess I got used to being wet and frozen but the warm water is beginning to remind me of what comfort is. This is also a chance for me to be alone and not have to talk. I don’t know what, or how much, I should say about last night. Rob’s confidence was shaken by the bird but he is obviously thinking of me as the crazy ex-boyfriend. I can hardly blame him for that.
I close my eyes and begin to attempt to clear my mind, just letting the water flow over my face. Finally, I begin to relax and realise how tired I feel. I think I could lie down in the bottom of the bath and take a nap.
My foot slips and that is that, here comes the sleep I was wishing for.
I am back underground, unable to move. My eyes can flick from side to side, but my vision is filled with darkness, my hearing with silence—the same panicked feeling as before, but without the ability to feel my breath.
“She is yours,” a whisper, the first sound I have heard in this place, “take her back.”
The bitter taste fills my mouth, but now it tastes good.
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He stood up from the bath, nonchalantly wiping some blood from his head. His face appeared cold and devoid of emotion as he dried himself and got dressed. Then, he looked in the mirror and smiled. As he turned to open the door his eyes appeared to fill with hatred and determination. He left the bathroom and walked steadily downstairs.
To be continued…
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