The first few drops hit my skin just as a feminine voice breaks into a passionate cry. I close my eyes as the warm droplets form a hot steam which envelopes my body, soothing my reddened skin and releasing all tension. I stand there without moving and just allow the melodic notes to cascade over me as the water rinses the product from my hair. Before I know it, I’ve relaxed into the song, and I join in as it crescendos into a spirited chorus. I lose myself in the music, but all too soon the heated streams of water turn icy, ending my carefree singing. I turn off the shower, slowly stepping out and flinching as my bare foot touches
The day starts like every other. You wake up in the backseat of an old, blue Chevy Blazer parked under the shade of a redbud tree. You cast a sideways glance at the watch that rests on your delicate wrist, sighing as you remember it no longer runs. You sit up and stretch before exiting the rust covered car.
You look around before spotting the familiar trail, somewhat concealed by the densely packed trees which envelop the area. You already know where the trail leads, so without anywhere else to go, you make your way down the dirt path, absentmindedly fingering the locket which rests against your collarbone.
After a few minutes of walking t
I look over the black abyss that is the river which flows rapidly beneath me. The water crashes against the base of the bridge and several icy droplets become airborne before they fall and soak into my clothes. The water is bitter with the cold of the approaching winter and its depth has risen considerably due to the frequent rain showers that have plagued the area.
“Cold,” I whisper as I step over the metal guardrail of the bridge. I gaze down at the murky waters below that threaten to swallow me whole. I let out a few shaky breaths and watch as they form white, wispy clouds that fade in an instant. I shift my feet on the edge o