Wanderlust

Episode eighteen

Trevor opens the door, to his house, which is connected to his shop. He wasn´t lying when he said, that people would probably kill to live like this. It´s quite big, for a person living alone. There even is a door for beasts, which leads to a little room. Rufus immediately goes to sleep, after entering it. Guess the day was quite long for him. Before Trevor left, to sell some of his belongings in the town, he showed the witch around. He put some clothes, plus shoes, on the couch in the big living room, in case Sag wanted to take a bath and said he could use the things, in the kitchen, for dinner. Apparently, he will be out of the house, for quite some time. Sag takes a look out of the windowed wall, which decorates the side between kitchen and living room. From there you have a good view, into the beasts room. Rufus is laying on a puffy blanket, curled up into a ball. The witch smiles and then takes the clothes, from the couch and walks to the bathroom. Purposely leaving the shoes behind. This room doesn´t offer a tub, which can be found in normal bathrooms. A large pool takes away most of the space, in here. Sag sighs, takes off his clothes and steps into the warm water, that Trevor filled the pool-tub with, earlier. It doesn´t take much time for the water to turn red. The witch hides half of his face, under the water.
"How am I supposed to not smell like blood?"
He stays like that, for a while, before deciding to actually clean himself. Thought, bathing in his own blood won´t make him smell any different, no matter which of the three soaps, laying on the pool´s edge, he takes. The words of Trevor, about his skin, come back to his mind. He carefully touches one of the red spots, on his shoulder and flinshes as he feels burning pain. The witch remembers the first day in hell, on which he decided to end it all. It was at one of the festival days, a few days after Crudêl has ever looked somewhat close to being sad. The demon had told him how he heard about a tale of a Dragon-Person, escaping a village before it was set in blazes. He had told him about that person being close friends with people at that village, even with a boy that had fit the description of Sag's son. But apparently, no one but that dragon's group survived. Sag had broken down in tears and then, on the festival day, waited for someone to finally hit the bullseye, so he would fall into the cauldron, with the boiling water, and his skin would melt off. And that's exactly what happened. Just that Crudêl dragged him out of there, while no one was looking, reassuring the little witch that the tale got disproven. Now he knows the demon was lying back then, but it saved him from any more damage. But left him with these marks, which will always remind him of his first attempt. And they don´t seem to heal anytime  soon. Along with the small dends, on his neck. His reflection, in the water, doesn´t show it too clearly, but he can see it. After around two years, they thought, at least the dends would dissapear, but they are still there. Sag frowns and tries to think of something different. Their attention goes to his arms. The potion, the ghost girl used on him, seems to have deleted every evidence of his latest attempts. A sad chuckle escapes him. The laughter turns into sniffles and the person covers their eyes with their hands, sinking deeper into  the water. Through the spaces, of his fingers, splatters blood and lands in the water. They open their mouth, as if they wanted to scream, but only warm air is comming out. It is, as if they´ve lost their voice. And even if he would´ve let out a noise, there is no one here to hear his cries. Especially not the person he is crying after. His head is filled with unwanted thoughts, pictures and voices. All these things were what helped him keep going, when he was still down below. But now, it´s breaking him. He tries to get rid of all of these things by hitting his head and dunking it under the water, to drown everything out. But nothing helps and it doesn´t stop.