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I was sitting on my bed with my head in my hands. I was back in my room all alone since the little kids were out in the gated yard playing with worms or something. Nothing seemed to be wrong at the moment but i felt like i was going to explode. Like something was building up inside of me and it was about to pop at any minute. I knotted my hands into my thick, brown hair and tugged at it like there was something to gain from my actions. I pulled and pulled until my hands were suddenly tangled with the hair and i could see it. Its not normal for me to see my hair since it is in a ruffled pixie cut that no one seemed to notice. I had a good handful of hair at this point in each hand and i sighed as i let it drop onto the ground. I remember when i was a kid, my mother would pet my hair and braid it when i was scared but if something was wrong, she would tug on the ends of hers. She wasn't a very nervous person most of the time but when she did get scared, it was over something fairly large. I glanced at the window that was across the room and shook my head, the passing thought of opening it was bouncing around in my mind. I thought about the goods and the bads about opening it but i just slid off of my bed ignoring everything i have stewing in my head. If i were to open it i would probably get some fresh air, but the doctors and nurses want everyone to stay under their medication. The kids are still too young to handle the pills and shots so its only from the ages of eighteen to forty five. Anyone who is over the age of forty five will be sent out into the world again only to find out that they had shot themselves. Thats what they do here, they pump you full of toxins and medications only to send you out and have you die. Thats what i read about while i stole the newspaper from the nurses station. I was holding my hip now as i gripped onto the windowsill ad started to pull it up. My eyes were closed so the sunshine was at a minimum but when i yanked the entire thing up, all i could see was read. It wasn't the kind of red that you would see with the back of your eyelids when there is a bright light present but more like a crimson, burning red. It was something that seemed like it would be thick and almost like cream if you were able to touch it. Not like the thin texture of water or the somewhat soupy feel of blood but that thick, creamy, mud like feeling. It got brighter and brighter until i couldn't take it anymore. I fell to the ground slamming my hands over my eyes and holding them as i let out a loud scream. Everything was going red even if i held my hands over my eyes and pressed into them until i normally see a bright white light but instead, it was just red. I opened my eyes to finally see my hands. My pale, thin, scrawny hands that were almost like twigs if not little broken down chopsticks. There was a small golden ring on my middle finger that was wrapped with string and yarn to hold it down. It was my mother wedding ring but the doctors took out the stone and wore it down until  it was just a thin band. I wasn't allowed to do anything but sleep, eat, play with the younger kids and bathe. Once the door opened and a nurse started looking around the room, i sat up and held my head. She told me it was time to get cleaned up before dinner. She said they were going to try something new for a change and that i was to take a full bath on my own. I nodded as i walked down the long hall that was empty and silent. I ran my fingertips against the smooth walls and shook my head as i started to feel like this would be something normal that was going to happen. I walked to the bathroom that we used and started the water in the tub. I tugged off my clean yet somewhat overworn clothes and set them into a pile on the ground. Grabbing a towel to wrap around my slender figure, i walked over and grabbed a small rag and bar of soap. After i had everything i dropped the towel down to the ground and held the cold, smooth bar of soap gently in my hand. I tossed the rag into the water as i stopped it. There was a slight steam to it and i smiled, only slightly, when i noticed that the nurse was in the corner humming an old song and knitting something together. It looked like it was going to be a sweater for one of the younger kids. She wasn't facing me and she had her focus on the yarn twisting it in different ways. I stepped into the bathtub and let out a shaky breath as the heat slowly sunk into my skin. I could feel almost every inch get covered. Grabbing the rag and rubbing the soap around it, i brought my first leg up and started to scrub away at it. Little by little, bubbles started to go into the tub from me washing off the rest of my body. When i got to my hair i simply submerged my entire body into the warm water and shook it all out. I opened my eyes while i was under and all i could see was the same red. It felt like the water was getting hotter. I went to go back up to above the water but as i did, there was no above. I tried as hard as i could to suck in air or try to get above the water but it was no use. The water started to feel like it was boiling and my skin couldn't handle it anymore. I screamed to the top of my lungs and clawed at my skin trying to get it to break away and give me some leisure. I couldn't see anything now. The water was too hot and i was out of air. I wrapped my finger around the small ring on my middle finger and shut my eyes for the very last time.