The sun was setting on the orizon, by the time they finished cleaning. Jamie was to the kitchen, a smelly kentucky fried arizonian chiken on the frying pan, spreading it's scent all through the house. The white lamps shone with yellow light.

Up on the second floor, the water dripped from the faucet, filling the bathtub, threathening to flood the bathroom. Heather barged in holding close a bathrobe, and close the faucet before it created a small disaster.

She locked the door, for no reason but her creative paranoia.

Heather released her hairs from her braids. She, then dropped the bathrobe that covered her slim shape to her feets. She tiptoed into the tub, and laid her back against the cold porcelain, allowing it to cool her body.

Heather closed her eyes, relaxing onto the water, sinking deeper and deeper every second that passed. Her muscles streching through her. Her body expanding in the water, and onto the porcelain, cooling in. Her limbs floating into the shallow depths of the facility.

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Her brown hairs sprayed, surrounding her head like a crown. Her breath slowed into a almost static pace, her heart rate dropped, her being more relaxed than ever...

An eerie silence sorrounded her, as she floated into her subcounsciosness, further away from everything that she had ever been.

As she felt she was bout to fall asleep, a strange sensation woke her from her daydream.

She opened her eyes wide, she wanted to scream, but no noise left her mouth. She strugled as the pale scrawny hand pushed her head into the water. Splattering water all throughough the bathroom she fought against it, emerging from the water she took a deep breath before it sumerged her into the depths again.

Her hands gripped the bathtub so thightly her nails begun cracking, blood coming from beneath them. Her lungs were compressing, air missing out on them, her throath ached, burning.

She could feel the weight of the figure, on top of her, it's hand gripping her hairs fiercely. Her eyes wide open burned in pain. The blood from her fingers started dripping into the water, staining the polished porcelain.

She fought as strong as she could, all will to live abandoning her; "let go" a voice sounded in her head. It seemed so easy, she lost hold of the bathtub as she sinked her head in the water, her arms falling to her sides. She breathed into the water before closing her eyes....

"I'm coming my love"