whispers and mutters • blasnique

Chapter Fourteen

THIRD PERSON

Unique opened the bathroom door and hung his towel by the door. He started undressing himself and put his used clothes at the sink. He removed his glasses and put it near his used clothes.

He walks to the shower and opened it, the cold water made him gush and shiver. "Fuck. This is cold." He whispers to himself while the freezing water touches his soft skin. 

This felt far from his usual July midday showers, cause it felt like a bath on a dark December midnight where his skin didn't feel like soft butter gliding on his body. It felt like needles pressing on his tender skin. 

The shower water has never felt like thick, crimson red blood before. It was like murder was waving so gracefully in infidelity on his damn frozen feet. 

He was still having a shiver running down his spine, his hands on his shoulders providing warmth for his shivering body. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He muttered repeatedly then closed the shower.

He reaches for the shampoo for his hair, applying the right amount of shampoo and applied it to his hair, massaging his scalp, the shampoo forming suds that spread all over his body.

The suds from his hair was falling to his chest, he looked down and closed his eyes for a second then looked up the second after. He opened the shower and started shivering again but as soon as he got immune to the freezing coldness of the water, he wasn't shivering at all.

He showered and removed all the shampoo residue out of his hair along with the madness of sin lingering around his mind, his fingers on his scalp, roughly massaging the roots of his hair. He closes the shower and reaches for the soap. This is the part that he liked the most, touching soap, cause he thought that he can finally be clean once again.

Pure. Clean. Divine.

He roughly scrubs the soap on his skin, trying so hard to remove the dirt cause he felt like he's unclean. Dirty. Gross. Disgusting.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This hurts."

Red marks started appearing on his delicate skin, but he continues to scrub his skin with the soap that tells him he'll finally be clean even on the inside. "At least it'll remove the dirt." He says under his breath.

As soon as he finishing scrubbing his soap, he puts the soap back to its place and opened the shower again.

The shower's sounds is the only thing you'll hear in the bathroom, the loudness and the mess is all in Unique's head.

Riot.

He closed the shower and brushed his teeth.

He did his best to make his teeth clean and white. No signs of impurity and dirt. Clean.

He spit out the toothpaste and gargled some water. He spits out the water and looks at himself in the mirror.

He smiles.

Finally clean.

The impurity of his merciless soul was still there, but the sense of ignoring it was stronger than anything he could do.

The divinity of his soul after such a long bath was merciful and so pure.. yet after this he'd just feel so unclean and gross that he'd take another shower again.

He wraps the towel around his waist and puts on his glasses then grabs the used clothes to put it in the laundry basket.

He opens the door and heads to Zild's room to borrow a few clothing he could wear.

He throws the clothes to the laundry basket and open's Zild's cabinet. He grabs some underwear, shorts and a plain t-shirt.

He removes the towel around his waist to put on some clothes.

He wore the clothes like what he's supposed to do and hung the towel. He opened the door.

Another day.

Unique saw her at Zild's dining table, sitting at the table, her legs crossed and her hands on the table for balance.

Zild was tuning his bass while Badjao was fixing the new drum set he bought.

"Hey. Sorry for uh.. earlier. Oh yeah and by the way, I borrowed some clothes, is that okay?"

"It's fine. The venue of the gig for later's quite far though." Said Zild.

"Ah,it's okay."

"Yeah."

"What?"

"I don't know."

They were all in confusion and laughed in the end. Unique wished everything was this okay, not until he saw her, frowning and giving Zild a death glare.

Why Zild?

She whispered, "Blaster."

What's with Zild and Blaster?