After what felt like a century, even though it was just several hours ago, I was finally alone.
I felt drowsy, soaking inside the tub with cold water numbing my skin. But my eyes refused to close.
So I just sat there, unmoving. If I were in a movie, I imagine being a dead corpse right now. How ironic was that to think of a corpse when I wanted to screw the people responsible for Mimi's death.
My blood boiled at that instant. It was how I couldn't feel the numbing cold. Remembering what happened to Mimi and her mother pisses me off right now more than it saddens me.
I don't hate them for dying; rather, I hated myself and their killers.
Or was it a killer?
Tapping on the edge of the tub with my fingers, I blew out a sigh. I made sure to be the last user for this morning so that I could do this.
I didn't want to be disturbed, and I didn't want to be bothered by the idea of someone waiting for me.
