After we ate, i took a long shower. The hot water felt good running down my back. John keeps special soap here for me. "Aromatherapy," he calls it. He says its supposed to help calm me down and make me happy. I just use it because it smells like fresh cookies. The kind mother never made. It reminds me how dead my parents are to me. It keeps me focused on my ultimate goal. Escape. Then i remembered. On the towel shelf, John keeps a box of detail razors for his beard. I step out from the water briefly and grab a razor from the box. I don't have a beard, but that won't stop me from doing what i need to......
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I bring myself to look at the water going down the drain. Red. Redder. Swirling. Twirling. Disappearing. There's more blood than water going down the drain. I look at my arms, stomach, hips, and legs in turn. They all show me the same sight. Blood pouring from deep open wounds. I watch the blood run down my body for a time. Then i begin to feel lightheaded. I lean on the shower wall for support. It feels so comfy. Maybe i could take a nap...... I hear a knock on the door. I try to remember who else was here besides me.....i....i can't remember. I hear a noise. A voice i think, but i can't be sure. Everything is blending together. The water. Its louder. Changing. It sounds like a chainsaw. Cutting open the wrought iron gates of death. I get off the floor and step out of the water.....when did i fall.........everything is so fuzzy now. The chainsaws are getting louder, pounding my ears. Everything is tilting and leering. I see my reflection in the mirror. I'm covered in water and blood. My ribs stick out oddly from my body. I try to poke them but i can't concentrate. Everything is turning fuzzy. The chainsaws are louder still. I can't take it anymore. I look to my bloody, blurry feet. The floor looks quite comfortable......the door bursts open and i see a strange man. He has black hair, a beard, a strong build and long legs. He's quite attractive actually. The man reaches down to pick me up. He has eyes a strange color. Grey-green...one is blended, the other is literally half and half......i know him from somewhere...... Just before i slip into the blackness i remember his name. John. And the gates break open.
