She sat at the bottom of the bathtub and began to cry as the water ran over her head, making it more and more difficult to breathe with each passing minute.
"What's wrong Ici?", a voice called from the left of the tub.
"Nothing, my love.", she reassured as clear as she could.
"Liar. Why are you crying?", a hand, larger than her own, reached over and pulled her hair out of face and gently behind her ears before helping her up. Ici sniffled as she leaned against the wall and wiped her eyes.
"Wash now, so you can sleep.", Ici finally turned to the owner of the voice who was sitting on the edge of the sink all but three feet away from her.
A young adult woman, no younger than 20, no older than 29, stared back at her with her hair braided back, wearing only a nude slip and underwear, her olive skin slightly transparent.
"Why do you care so much?", Ici asked as her voice cracked.
The woman smiled, it extending ear to ear, bleeding slightly. "Because I love you sweetheart. I can't help it."
Ici nodded and grabbed the soupy washcloth she had put down earlier and began to gently scrub her skin, starting with her neck and making her way down.
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General FictionTRIGGER WARNINGS: suicide attempt, depression, self-harm I've been writing this in an attempt to make myself feel better as I do with all of my stories, but I think I can make this one into more chapters and stuff.
