universed (sillie)

bath tub.

She was drowning. In the bath, she heaved a breathed and slid under the beckoning water with puffed cheeks. Her orange hair floating around her naked body, her eyes were open though. In the murky hotness, tears and water and running mascara. It was messy and nothing clear, nothing simple. But she remembered simple. Her finger tips pressing against the bottom of the tub. It was silent but the stupid little bubbles that slowly swam from her lips to the still surface. Her hands holding her tiny stomach. Her toes were coiled together, she was drowning. She squeezed her ocean eyes shut, and screamed a muffled, inhumane sound. Not heard from her mother cooking chocolate chip cookies just two doors down with a fake smile tangled on her cracked lips. Sadie's mouth filled with water, a tsunami in her lungs. In a rush she wrapped her fingers over the ceramic of the bath and pulled her weightless body up, out of the water. She sat there, knees tucked to her chest, dancing water lapping at her torso. Fast shallow pants, and sobs, shaking shoulders. Droplets of water cascading down her body. Ugly intakes of air, disgusting freckles scattered on her ankle, a disturbing mark on her left hip. She was a beautiful mess, a fucking disaster. Sadie Sink, the girl who played hopscotch hands laced with her best friend's, the girl who plaited her hair every day before school, the girl who felt her cheeks get warm when Millie's pleated pink skirt rode up. The little girl who shot her hand up every class because she knew the answer, and danced for her dolly's every morning. She was gone, had skipped away teddy bear in limp fingers, giggle and all.  

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-m