The cold God

Blood bath

"It's time to take a bath." I thought for the first time in a week. I wasn't very good at looking after myself. My hair was always dirty and greasy, my clothes had holes in them and had rarely been washed. However, today I felt a change. I felt that I could get into a bath without the horrifying memories and the delusions of my past haunting me in its own twisted way. 

My Bathroom was an ensuite in my room. It was smaller, enough to put a bath, toilet and sink in without taking up to much space. I walk in, trying to control my breathing and turn on the tap in the sink and rinse my face.

"Going well so far!" I thought.

I wouldn't get my hopes up just yet. I still had to first turn the taps on without a gush of blood spilling from them, and I had to stay in till I was fully washed before getting out.

" Here goes nothing." I say turning on the hot water and a little trickle of the cold to make sure the bath is not too hot. Cadavare enters the bathroom and runs around my feet as I unchanged. It didn't matter to me that he saw me nude. I must say my body was rather chiselled as I looked in the mirror. I had been training hard over the last three years. My mental health nurses told me it would help with my symptoms, I didn't believe them but at least the result of my hard work was showing for all to see.

The water flowed from the taps in a steady stream filling up the bath little by little until... it was full.

"Wow!" I exclaimed. I had never gotten this far without one of the following three things happening.

One: The water coming out the taps as blood.

Two: The water starting to freeze very efficiently.

Or three: Spiders pouring from the taps and surrounding me and doing things like biting my entire body, or laying eggs on my skin.

The fact that one of these three things didn't happen gave me a lot of joy and suddenly I began to Laugh a hysterical laugh that seemed to be uncontrollable and completely unnecessary in every manner of the word!

I continued the epic chorus of laughing as I fell to madness. 

When I finally was able to regain my consciousness ten minutes later, I realised that my bath must be getting cold! I struggled forward through a mini Snow storm that battered the room and placed a foot on the water's surface. I tested it to make sure it wasn't too hot and gently lowered myself in. 

It was great. The water's warmth was pleasant and the heat lowered my senses. I was finally relaxed. However, soon to come would be something that would make the pleasantness of the bath become a steam of red, with some added torture to boot!

I lay there, my eyes closed, my senses free, my body relaxed. Five minutes passed when I felt something bump against my leg and, was it just me, or did the water become sticky? I opened my eyes to a living embodiment of the Meat Grinder in the other world (A machine capable of killing millions with no way out of it.) Suddenly I was gripped by fear as a meaty leg bounced against my own.

At first I thought that mayhaps the leg was my own and that I was just numb due to the warm water. Then I took in my surroundings. A bath of blood and body parts surrounded me. A screaming face swam by, not connected to a head. The head came next as a single string of tissue kept it five millimetres from the face at all times. A torso lay where my legs were propped against the bath wall treating them as a sunbathing chair that people took to beaches. I started screaming, my body froze once again as the blood bath continued to revolve around me. As I looked closer, I saw the torso was badly mutilated and torn with bits and pieces of skin hanging from it.

This was the worst episode of the day yet as my body was actually engulfed in a person's blood and body parts. I continued screaming and calling for my mother. I heard footsteps as my mother rushed up the stairs to see what the commission was all about. A push and knock on the door was all it took as I looked where the noise had come from, my senses completely aware of my surroundings and every little noise.

"Are you having another episode?" said my mother sadly as she opened the door.

The icicles fell from the ceiling as the storm died down and the body parts and blood slowly vacated the area. I lay there, shivering with fear and adrenaline as my mother kept me company. Comforting me and taking care of me. 

The hallucinations were gone. The blood was gone, the storm was gone. Once again everything was nothing. He was so unused to these little pockets of sanity. They were like the calm of a storm or a pencil an artist used that had a blunt tip. They were rare and my only reaction to them was a pure sense of Zen. 

Little Cadavare still ran across the floor, happy as ever. Even after my screams of distress. He seemed unphased. My mother saw me bobbing my head up and down as I watched my little hellchild run around.

"What are you chasing?" she asked

"It doesn't matter, he's the only good thing I see." I replied

She looked at me wondering what a good hallucination would seem like. To her and my Father a good hallucination was unthinkable. They thought my life was nothing but torture. They didn't see the good parts, the friends I made and the happiness parts of my problems gave me.

My mother enveloped me with a hug as I broke down crying in her arms. All my sanity left me as I Began to laugh behind the tears as if there was something making me laugh that I couldn't quite put a picture to. Just another day I thought as my mother left me to climb out the bath and dry myself. I still felt the sticky warm sensation of the bath and the feeling of the skin on my body as I dried my skin with a towel. I wondered what this ordinary looking towel was going to turn into? Something horribly disturbing and terrible I bet. Well it's time to go to the shops!