I stepped into the dingy little shower. My bare feet sliding slightly on the bleach bone white floor.
I wasn’t wearing much, just some tiny black shorts and and ripped tank top. I wasn’t going to let them find me naked.
The hot water pelted down on me and quickly soaked me inside out. With my back against the fuacet, the water fell directly on the top of my head. I looked up, squinting slightly to feel the burn of steamy water on my pale face.
I picked up the new pink razor and placed it gently on the inside of my wrist.
Smiling slightly I pressed down and pulled, feeling the hard metal bite down into my fragile human skin.
Blood gushed out instantly and rushed down my fingertips, coloring everything with a pink tint. I looked down into the little pools of water beside me. It all looked like red paint.
There was alot of blood going down the drain. I happily realized the cut was deep enough.
The pain was ebbing away. I closed my eyes and just left.
What a grand scene this would be for them.