She turned the water up so high the heat left the skin with a stinging sensation. Then she let it all go. In a wracking hysterical sob all the emotion surged forward. An open water gate was not a good association more like a weakened dam finally cracking and exploding outward to drown the tiny towns below. The hot tears felt cold compared to the scalding water. The wracking sobs became a fit of coughing, in which she was afraid she might vomit. Dizziness over took her and she found herself in a heap on the bath tub floor, the hot water sending the hair into her face. The slow drain allowed the water to build up to the point that she sucked it in and out through half her mouth with her deep gasps. Eventually she felt her self drifting away…. Darkness.
She awoke cold, the water had reached over her ears, she'd rolled over on her back. The stinging water was now bitter cold. With a deep choking breath she reached up to turn off the tap. She lay there and listened to the water gurgle slowly down the drain. He numb fingers drummed the syllabes of her hectic thoughts on the tile above the tub. When the water had drained to a tiny puddle she bear the thought of standing.
Huddle in thermal underwear she huddled under the green tied quilt she'd made the year before attending school. Staring at the empty glasses of water she willed herself to sleep, but her mind would not settle. She did not want to remember, did not want to relive, not think it… anymore.