The sound of water hitting the tile floor is heard. The shower head lets out clean water only for the drain you take in dirty water. The burning feeling of the water hitting his body of so gently. He feels the tears want to pour out, to sink with the water that runs down his face already. He goes against his own wishes and continues to clean. The burning feeling gets better as he gets use to it. It still hurts but less. Once he feels he is done, he turns the tap to allow the water to cut off. Little droplets drip down his body. He opens the shower door and gets hit with the cool air. His pale hands reach for the fluffy red towel. As he drys himself off, tears form in his eyes. He suddenly felt the wounds reopen. The feeling stinks yet again. He dabs the fluffy towel on his body as gently as possible. The towel collecting the droplets of water and blood off his body. After he felt dry enough, he clothed himself. The bathroom door opened slowly. The steam from the room slowly escaped as the door was left open. He walked to his bedroom and cleaned the messy scene. The stuff that was broken, he threw away. No matter how much memories the items held he did not dare to give it a chance. What had to go, had to go. When the room looked presentable, he went off to bed excited for his escape from reality for a few hours...
