Light Bulb

Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO

Three months have passed from when I received the letter, but nothing has changed. I still went to bed every night, hoping God would finally take me and woke up disappointed. Zack wasn’t happy about the move and made every day hell to make up for it. I would be starting my first day at the college in just a matter of hours. Yet I still felt what I always felt, emotionless.

I forced myself to get up and made my way towards the shower, my body still weak from the flight last night.  As the running water touched my skin, I ran my hands all over my body, feeling every scar I have. It’s true what people say, every scar on your body have a story and as I felt mine, images of the memories of the reason why I cut played in my head.

“If you stay in there any longer, you will be late for your first day!” Mary’s voice could be heard over the running water. “Beatrix?” she called, but I kept my silence. “Beatrix?” she knocked this time. “Is everything alright? Beatrix?” she continued as she tried to open the locked door. “Beatrix! Beatrix! Open the door. Is everything alright?” she started to panic, if I just keep silent, then she would leave, and I was right. So I turned the water off and got out of the shower wrap in a towel when my bedroom door busted open and a worried looking Albert and Mary at the doorway.

“I’m still alive if that's what you two are panicking about,” calmly I made my way towards my drawers. “I’d like to get dressed now, please,” I continued, never looking their way. I opened my drawers and took my underwear and bra out before taking a seat on my bed. I let out a sigh as I stared at my pale soaked fingers.

“Wake up! Beatrix!” I heard Mary called as my body was being shaken. I let my eyes open and stared at her, the room temperature was hot and I was sweating as if I just ran a marathon. “It’s just a dream,” Mary assured me. I close my eyes, trying to remember my dream, flashes of images of me drowning reminded me. I was dying, salt water rushing in my body. How was I drowning? I took swimming classes for a year and joined the elementary swimming club back in London.

“I’m alright, Mary.”

“Alright then, go get ready for school.” I nodded and got up from bed and made my way slowly to the bathroom as I rethink my dream again. I filled up the bath with hot water and stared at the running water. “That’s the second time this week.” I told myself, it was the second time I dreamt of dying by drowning. “Mary!” I called and the bathroom door opened. “My head is pounding.”

“I’ll go get painkillers.”

I nodded and looked away back to the running water, “Yes, please do,” I replied and as she left I undress and let the burning hot water take my body as I lay in the bathtub. The images of me drowning never did stop playing in my head, I could hear the noise of me screaming for help as the water took me. I close my eyes and took a deep breath before putting my whole body in, drowning myself slowly, reliving my dream.

As I held myself down, I thought of all the memories I had with my family before they were taken from me. My mother would sing to me when I had trouble sleeping and my sister would read to me every night before I went to bed. I remember the tradition, I had with my mother, every time we see an ice cream truck, we would buy only one ice cream cone and I would eat the upper part while my mother ate the cone part. I always loved the cone part, but never had the heart to tell my mother that since she loved it too.

My head started to spin, and my body grew weaker. My hands that were gripping on the tub to push me down were getting weak. People say that when you die, you’d see your life flash before your eyes and I did. I wasn’t scared to die, for I know I’d be reunited with my mother and sister again. But before I slipped into oblivion, I heard my name being called out one more time, “Beatrix!”