Scrub scrub scrub. Until it’s all off. I needed the blood to go. It needed to disappear. I had done something horrible and I was stained forever. I just had to scrub it off. Whenever I look in the mirror I’m covered in blood. It comes out my scull, my eyes and every possible part of myself. I swear I always see their shadow one step behind me haunting me for what I did.
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I was rubbing my skin raw. I could see the layers peel off. More blood was coming out but at least I knew it was mine. It felt right. For what I had done. That was the way to feel right.
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So I took bleach and a few other chemicals off my shelf and poured them into the bathtub. I stirred it with my raw skin. There was a horrible burn but I knew I deserved it.
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I slipped myself into my last bath. I had worn the same clothes I used to kill them, the blood still damp on the shirt.
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My skin hit the concoction and I felt a fizz from
my feet. I looked down to see pink instead of my normal dark skin. It felt right. This was the right thing to do. It was payback.
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After I put my body in I dunked my head. I let the chemicals enter my mouth and gulped it down knowing it was the only solution to this. Not only were my outsides fizzing off but now it my inside. Cleansing me both inside and out.
It’s felt like torture but it was the only way to repent.
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Then I no longer felt anything and no longer saw anything.
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