The monster in the walls.

Trying to escape this misery.

    I stood under the shower letting the hot water run down my body. The feeling that I no longer existed grasped on to me. It was as if everything was imaginary, as if I was like a ghost. A spirit left behind that was finally leaving this place. It became harder and harder to fill my lungs with oxygen. My legs felt weaker and wobbled every time I try to grab onto the world. I was ready to give up and collapse. I looked down at my damaged body, my poor sensitive skin was fire red from the burning water. My poor arms were also red, but not from the water. There were horrible scars all down my legs and arms, 1, 2, 3, 5, 10, 13.... Too many to count. The hot water made my bruises and scars cry with pain. But I didn't mind, I enjoyed the feeling. It was painful yet pleasuring. I looked up to the ceiling, the old brown paint was peeling off. I let my hands travel down my body, they screamed with pain and weakness. Blood dripped out of them like rain on a stormy night. My grey eyes forced themselves to shot down slowly. My brain wouldn't work anymore, it was as if it was demanding my body to just unplug itself, and my heart lazily beat. The walls began spinning, the curtain began laughing at me, and the floor extended its hands to grab me and pull me down. Suddenly my lips were kissing the floor and my legs weren't standing anymore. I was on the floor covered with blood. I couldn't feel my legs and my back ached with pain. I slowly began to part from reality, the sound from distant police cars singed in my ear. I tried to grasp for air and stand up to run away, but I couldn't it was too late and I was too weak. Death was laying down next to me kissing my cheek as I saw the last reflections of life covered by water from the shower, and the last sound of a woman and various men screaming right outside my bathroom door.