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CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

The bathtub.

Somehow I find myself at home sitting in the bathtub scared of the bad trip I was taking. Scared of the things outside my door, outside the bathroom door.

I have no clue what day it is or what time, but it's felt like forever.

I sit there in the bathtub on the verge of tears and screaming, but I don't scream for fear of them finding me. There is no trace of human activity in my house, just me and the monsters outside the door.

Eventually I cry and the tears just flow and flow and flow.

When I look down the bathtub is full of water but my clothes are dry and I rock myself back and forth to watch the water move back and forth too and this calms me.

Did I really cry enough to fill the tub?

I guess so, I guess so.

Suddenly the water looks like oil and I get out as fast as possible and stand.

I think about hurting myself.

I grab the razor off the counter and I stop.

What the hell am I doing?

I look into the mirror and Eliza is looking right back at me but her eyes are not the white milky color they are forest green and they are beautiful. She looks at me with a sad look, one that knows I've been defeated.

All of a sudden there is music and there are tears running down my eyes.