Chapter four: Split milk . . . and stupid, stupid bottles (Phoenix' POV)

Now he's gone and I'm alone again and he's mad at me, of course he is!

You stupid idiot, I scolded myself. I shouldn't have bothered him with this story. It has nothing to do with him, but still . . . I wanted to tell him!

He smiled at me – he smiled at me the same way Falk had used to do.

I sank even deeper into the water.

Falk . . .

Suddenly my eyes started burning and I bit my lower lip. My throat became tight.

Damn, Falk . . .

I felt the first tear running down my cheek when pictures of a boy with brown hair and golden eyes appeared in my mind. The boy's smile was warm and friendly, his voice was soft an-

SHUT IT!

I covered my face with both hands and bit my lower lip pretty hard, after a while I tasted blood on my tongue and my lip started hurting. A deep breath widened my lungs.

I opened my eyes again and looked at the door of this beautiful bathroom. I concentrated on the nice feeling which I got from sitting in the warm water.

Then a small smile appeared on my lips. I was safe now; I had no idea why I felt this way, but that man with the red hair which had a bit more orange in it than mine – this guy was nice!

There's no use crying over split milk!

I decided to apologize to that nice man for bothering him with that story when he'd get back from where he did go to for answering the phone.

Falk is dead and I can't change a thing about that!

I recognized the silence which had come up and started to watch the little condensing waterdrops which ran down the light-blue walls of the room while passing the faces of different fishes on the pictures. Steam had started to form little clouds flying around. I felt an amused smile growing on my face.

I like that place.

Actually I had hated it when these weird white-masked people had made me taking a bath back at Sleeping Hollow, but right now I enjoyed being in his bathtub very much. After my escape on the streets there has always only been cold and dirty water.

As my view observed the bathroom I suddenly felt curiousity growing inside of me. What would be in these little white cupoards which were hanging above the bathtub on the wall.

Shall I open one of them to see what's inside?

The thought ran through my mind and I thought it through a few seconds.

I can close the door when I hear him coming back.

This way I decided to reach out for the wooden door of the cupboard which were the nearest to me. The condensing water made the white colour appearing to shine. I felt the waterdrops when I carefully touched the door with my fingertips. Then I wanted to open it – but the door moved itself. It swung open and I saw a great number of different bottles stuffed inside the small place. The first bottle began to turn down and faster than I could realize the situation the different bottles began to fall down into the bathtub.

Water wildly splashed around me and I couldn't help but following my reflexes. I covered my face with my arms and sat back in the bathtub.

"Ouch . . ." I winced when a bottle unexpectedly hit my head. I bit my lower-lip and tried to cover my head with my hands, too.

After a while the botles stopped falling out of the cupboard, I guessed the cupboard finally was empty, but I kept sitting in the bathtub covering my body with my arms as much as possible while rubbing my head where I had gotten hit. It did still hurt a little and I felt my eyes starting to burn again and a few tears were running down my cheeks.

Stupid cupboard and stupid, stupid bottles . . ., I thought when suddenly the door was opened.

Damn, now there's a second reason for this nice man to be mad at me . . .