(Her) Divine Punishment

2 - Mindtrip

          Static. The loud sounds of static filled the void. All was white, no color once again. The sounds of the static soon altered, ever changing into the sounds of water dripping onto the ground. Steam clinged onto her skin, and her hand rested upon a smooth surface. Her eyes slowly opened, feeling the water pour unto her from the shower.
          She groaned as her lips parted. The water that covered her nude body dripped from her, the water created trails down her long, slender back, and seeping over her bare bottom, dividing down her thighs. The water dripped from the peak of her chest, dropping amongst the mass production underneath her feet, and escaping down the pipe into seclusion.
          Was... Was it all just a dream? A terrible nightmare? She thought to herself as her arms hugged herself, comforting herself from the overwhelming fright she had encountered. The steam overlapped the air within the restroom, soon forcing her to shut off the shower.
          Squeeeeak. The faucet squeaked as it was turned counter-clock wise in order to shut off the water. With a burst of speed, the shower curtain moved to the right and Trinity's leg popped out, allowing her to step out from the shower. Her short brown hair looked darker from being completely damp, her slender body quelled by the warmth of the water. Though, the outside air proved to be too cold for her fragile skin. Reaching for the nearest towel to wrap around her exposed body, she opened the door and walked into a small hallway.
          "Was it all really a dream...?" Trinity asked, looking around and feeling a sense of familiarity, "Tatum...?"
          As if she suddenly clung onto the last bit of desperation she had in her heart, her voice wept, whined for her fiance to come running to her side. Though, no answer. Her eyes beamed to a picture of the two together, it was from their one-year anniversary. But in a fit of rage, she held onto the photo frame and threw it at the wall beside the restroom. She knelt down to reach for one of the glass shards from the frame and noticed how sharp the other side was- equivalent to one of a knife. The walls would seep a deep crimson red, a red that dripped off the walls like the paint was becoming blood. Trinity's eyes widened, her eyeballs fixated on the picture of Tatum.
          "How can you smile like that while I'm here suffering!?" She spoke quietly, though in a disturbing or demented way. Her lips formed a smirk as she started carving into the picture of Tatum, cutting his image with the glass shard she held in her hand, "How can you leave me like this!?"
          She screamed, a crazy scream that even scared herself. Her hand gripped onto the glass shard with so much force that blood dripped from the palm of her hand.
          "Nothing can be as painful as when you left me! Nothing! NOTHING!"
She screamed even louder, disregarding any self-control from her inner self. The screams disappeared, and only unusual laughing came forth as her head dropped. The picture, cut and stabbed upon, laying right in front of her. Aimlessly, her hand that carried the glass shard swayed in abnormal direction, unknowingly slashing through her thigh. She didn't act like she felt the pain, as her senseless laughs continued. The glass shard swayed upward and cut along her cheek, the left side of her neck, and soon stabbed into her stomach. Her voice jolted, growing weak as her laugh weakened. Her body shook as she attempted to stand back up, falling back against a wall as she got on her feet. Her head looked at a picture; a woman with short brown hair, cut marks all over her body, her pure white skin painted red on almost every surface, her white towel held splatters of her own blood. Her hand dropped the glass shard, with the loud sound of the thumping echo reflecting throughout the small, dark red hallway. Her eyes stared at this demented version of herself, finally realizing what was going on.
          Her eyes widened as she stepped back, completely freaking out. This picture was a mirror of her own reflection; though her reflection was only laughing at her reaction.
          "How can you be so freaked out, Trinity? Can you honestly say you haven't fantasized about this?" The reflection spoke in a disturbing voice, as her bloodied hands continued to wash her face in blood, "The feeling of blood resting upon your naked skin. How beautiful you would look, pure art!"
          "N-No!" Trinity screamed as she shut her eyes.