Blood On Her Hands.
Escaping To Reality.
I woke up as the sunlight escaping from the windows blinded me.
The clock on the nightstand displays 7:35am.
Too early.
I stirred.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Close your eyes.
Just sleep.
I lied in my bed for a while, wide awake.
Several thoughts running through my head.
I sat up, wrapped my arms around my bent knee and cradled back and forth.
I thought.
Thought and though.
I burried my head on my arms and thought.
Why?
What happened?
Could I?
I got to my feet then went to the bathroom.
I stopped infront of the mirror and stared at my reflection.
My sulken cheeks.
I wasn't like this before.
Then I peeled off my clothes.
I turned the nozzle on and the first shower of water was cold.
Then bit by bit, it became warm.
Then hot.
I could see the smoke forming around me.
The boiling water left stinging sensation on my skin.
Burning.
I raked my fingers against my wet hair and waved it.
I stood there for a while.
Thinking.
Water running down through my body like waterfalls.
Burning me.
Thinking, again and again.
And a scream filled my ears.
'Oh my god!'
A familiar voice said.
It's the same person who screamed.
Liz.
Her name is Liz.
'What happ-'
The second voice said.
I recognized that weak and soft voice.
It was Mikey's.
But he stopped.
Maybe he saw something..
But what?
As I listen, two more voices added into the conversation.
'What's the screaming all about?'
The third voice spoke as the floor crooked.
Frank.
He's my friend.
'Look..'
Lizzie said.
Evidence of terror and anguish were in her voice.
'Oh my god- I'll call 911!'
The fourth voice said.
Strong and caring voice.
He's Ray.
I turned the shower off and wrapped myself with a towel.
My jet black hair dripping when I stepped out.
Clumps of smoke were clouding the whole bathroom.
I gazed at the mirror, but it was clouded.
Foggy.
I opened the door silently and stepped outside, without a sound.
One.
Two.
Three.
What are three people doing in my room?
"What's happening?" I spoke.
But no one seemd to hear my voice.
"Hey guys, what's wrong?" I spoke again.
But this time I made it loud.
Still no response.
I looked at each of them.
Liz's clutching her mouth.
Terror in her face.
Mikey's beside her.
Shocked.
Frank's standing inches away from them.
Glimpse of horror is playing in his face.
I tried it again.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG?" I screamed.
But no.
No one heard it.
Are they playing a joke on me?
For Christ's sake, it's 7 in the morning.
Why can't they hear me?
Why are they horrified?
What-
I looked behind me and screamed.
A body.
Limp body that is lying on the bed.
Dead.
Sheets stained crimson.
Crimson.
Wait.
Blood?
The left arm of the corpse was flopped on the side of the bed.
A huge gash on the wrist.
A pool of blood underneath it.
What the.
I walked towards the body.
It's..
How?
Lying dead on the bed, with wrist tore open,
Is me.
The clock on the nightstand displays 7:35am.
Too early.
I stirred.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Close your eyes.
Just sleep.
I lied in my bed for a while, wide awake.
Several thoughts running through my head.
I sat up, wrapped my arms around my bent knee and cradled back and forth.
I thought.
Thought and though.
I burried my head on my arms and thought.
Why?
What happened?
Could I?
I got to my feet then went to the bathroom.
I stopped infront of the mirror and stared at my reflection.
My sulken cheeks.
I wasn't like this before.
Then I peeled off my clothes.
I turned the nozzle on and the first shower of water was cold.
Then bit by bit, it became warm.
Then hot.
I could see the smoke forming around me.
The boiling water left stinging sensation on my skin.
Burning.
I raked my fingers against my wet hair and waved it.
I stood there for a while.
Thinking.
Water running down through my body like waterfalls.
Burning me.
Thinking, again and again.
And a scream filled my ears.
'Oh my god!'
A familiar voice said.
It's the same person who screamed.
Liz.
Her name is Liz.
'What happ-'
The second voice said.
I recognized that weak and soft voice.
It was Mikey's.
But he stopped.
Maybe he saw something..
But what?
As I listen, two more voices added into the conversation.
'What's the screaming all about?'
The third voice spoke as the floor crooked.
Frank.
He's my friend.
'Look..'
Lizzie said.
Evidence of terror and anguish were in her voice.
'Oh my god- I'll call 911!'
The fourth voice said.
Strong and caring voice.
He's Ray.
I turned the shower off and wrapped myself with a towel.
My jet black hair dripping when I stepped out.
Clumps of smoke were clouding the whole bathroom.
I gazed at the mirror, but it was clouded.
Foggy.
I opened the door silently and stepped outside, without a sound.
One.
Two.
Three.
What are three people doing in my room?
"What's happening?" I spoke.
But no one seemd to hear my voice.
"Hey guys, what's wrong?" I spoke again.
But this time I made it loud.
Still no response.
I looked at each of them.
Liz's clutching her mouth.
Terror in her face.
Mikey's beside her.
Shocked.
Frank's standing inches away from them.
Glimpse of horror is playing in his face.
I tried it again.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG?" I screamed.
But no.
No one heard it.
Are they playing a joke on me?
For Christ's sake, it's 7 in the morning.
Why can't they hear me?
Why are they horrified?
What-
I looked behind me and screamed.
A body.
Limp body that is lying on the bed.
Dead.
Sheets stained crimson.
Crimson.
Wait.
Blood?
The left arm of the corpse was flopped on the side of the bed.
A huge gash on the wrist.
A pool of blood underneath it.
What the.
I walked towards the body.
It's..
How?
Lying dead on the bed, with wrist tore open,
Is me.