A shudder travels through her body as her mind registers the pain in her abdomen,and a light moan finally escapes her now chapped lips. The world quiets as the looping drone of Rocky's song Everyday from the room next-door finally fades to a stop. She's been here for hours, frozen,reliving the moments of her untimely demise, as her stiff body continues to teeter in and and out of the water in sync with her uneven breathing . She wills herself to stop feeling as the water travels up above her chin and gently caresses the face he had coloured in his anger, had coloured in his twisted, debased and sick ways. She wills herself to stop crying as the weight of the cold water pulls her under,as the weight of the guilt of his action pulls her under. She wills that the water that's trapped in her bath tub stop raging in her ears like the ocean while she's submerged in its opacity, for it's imitating , mocking the pleas that had left her mouth hours ago. She wills herself to let the sensation of the cold waters stinging override and erase his evil and vile presence ever having been near her, on her, inside her. And this is how it stayed, for years she willed and for years we watched, until that one night when willing just stopped being enough.
