The warm water pelting down lightly on my back soothed all my muscles and ache. It seemed to wash away the pain in my arms from a long day of writing emails in the office, I wanted to stay in the shower forever. It felt so amazing, like a actual person was giving me a massage. Anxiety suddenly raked my mind, what if someone actually was massaging me? I whipped around, thinking my mind was just deciding to mess with me. But there stood a man with a wrinkly, disfigured face, scraggly hair and a scraggly beard. He still wore his clothes, dirty, worn, and bloody. A manic grin spread across his face. I felt my heart against my chest, my breathing fasten and my whole body tense in fear. Before I could scream I was flung down by heavy hands and fists raised to beat me. Blood pooled around me, and repeatedly my head would get bashed down on the shower floor with a sickening crack, the feeling of my head exploding, and blood pooling out. I went in and out if conciseness. My vision blurred. I met eyes with my attacker. Then the lights went out.
