There's Something About Juvie

Basic Straining

I slipped into the bathroom and showered. After getting ready, I then slipped back into bed. I was still incredibly tired, and maybe I could catch a few z's before beginning the day.

I stepped into the shower, and rubbed soap through my shoulders, relaxing the incredibly tense muscles there. It felt so good to get hot water, much unlike the camp's crappy temperatures.

Then, I slid my razor up my legs, erasing part of the smooth stubble that was now absent. I finished my left leg, then moved to my right. The razer snagged on hair, then snatched open the skin.

"Fuck!" I screamed, while blood dripped out from the cut. The hot water didn't help at all. I tried turning the water to a cooler temperature, but it would only go hotter. Soon, my skin was a bright pink, like strawberry ice cream. The door to the stall locked, and I was trapped in the shower. I fumbled with the knob, trying to turn off the water, but it broke. Now, an endless stream of scorching water was blistering my skin. And blood gushed from what was a tiny cut to a gaping wound.

Blood streamed down my shins, pooling up at my ankles. The blood rose up to my knees, then to my thighs, and finally my hips.

"Somebody! HELP ME!" I screeched, banging against the stall door.

Blood rose up to my neck, and I soon was tasting the awful, coppery flavored red liquid. Its thickness sloshed down my throat, filling my stomach with the disgustingness. Bile rose up in my throat, and I threw up. But instead of vomit, blood poured from my lips. 

I was drowning, drowning in the red. It gushed through my nostrils, my brain, and into my lungs.

"Duncan!" I gurgled, slamming my weight against the stall door.

I heard his voice echo throughout the bathroom.

"Maybe you should've sang for me last night!" he cackled.

I heard a Courtney-like shrill echo throughout the air, sending shivers down my spine.

I screamed, then went unconscious over the heaviness of the pressure of the crimson colored liquid.

I jumped up in bed, my head scraping against the top bunk. I gulped in deep breaths, but there was no blood. 

"Ashlynn....are you okay?" Bridgette asked me, sitting on my bed.

"Ugh, yeah. I'm fine. It was just a nightmare."

She frowned. "Are you sure you're okay?"

I smiled, then propped myself up on my forearms. "Couldn't have been better. It's just a little post-nightmare trauma."

She nodded, fiddling with her thumbs. "Okay. Well, I'm just gonna let you settle, mmkay?"

"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute."

She walked out the door, leaving me alone in the darkness. I shivered, then brought my knees up to my chest. 

Never had I ever had nightmares like that. Come to think of it, I rarely had nightmares, but just more..like asphodelic dreams (okay, maybe I had read Percy Jackson).

I combed my hair, then twisted it up into a bun. I put on black lipstick, then walked out. 

"Idiots!" I heard Harold snarl, then slam the door back into his cabin. He walked back out, looking pissed.

"Sometimes, he just makes it too easy.." Geoff laughed. He and Duncan high fived.

I rolled my eyes. "It was funny at first guys, okay? But couldn't you just drop it for once?"