Once upon a time I thought taking a trip to the hospital after 'cutting' myself was the highlight of my day. Yes, my life was that boring and uneventful.
But now I find myself sort of missing that life, well only partly. Between demons constantly attacking me and the constant need to look over my shoulder everytime I leave the house, I could really use some boring days because this much excitement is going to make me lose my mind.
Fortunately and surprisingly I get home with no trouble at all, no demons lurking in the streets, thank God.
Not so surprisingly I'm very exhausted and I just want to go to bed. But as I take off my clothes I decide to at least bath first. Maybe I can wash away some of what I have been through today.
Once in the bathtub I close my eyes and try to freeze out e
