all the times

the fifth time

i stepped out of the shower, and grabbed the red towel Tyler had left for me. I quickly ran the towel down my body, not fully drying my body. I pulled on the boxers Tyler had left.

I pulled open the drawer to look for an extra toothbrush. I pushed aside some hand towels and almost choked at what I saw. three metal blades still covered in dried blood were sitting in the bottom of the drawer. bloodied pieces of toilet paper were beside them. I snatched them out of the drawer and threw them into the toilet, flushing them.

I didn't bother with the rest of the clothes, I just threw open the door to go talk to Tyler.

(a/n; why is everything sad)