Steam

Steam filling the air, she steps. Unsteady feet make her shake. The hot water slips through her. "Ah, I'm coming home..." She whispers to herself as the pain takes her away. Water Spraying all over her, but as it flows past her feet to the drain, it becomes scarlet red. No tears fill her eyes, she is numb to the pain. The cuts are deep, the razor blade is in her palm, clenched tight. Red runs down as her hand's grip begins to loosen.

All the goodbyes fly through hermind. Every memory screams to her soul. She is 100% letting go. Her head flashes as a blurry figure appears. Who is that figure? She keeps looking, just staring through the steam. She thinks she knows him from somewhere, but she can't think straight. He slowly comes closer. He cannot be... No... No that is not... Him.

"Angel of mine, Trinnean... Please stop. I can help you through this. Just drop the razor blade and take my hand..."

She pushes his moving hand away and screams, " NO! Why should I stop?!?! You gave me this life. You gave me this family. You surely never cared. Just let me go, leave me alone, let me go home..." 

One step closer, he takes. She squeezes her hand with the razor blade, again. She falls to the bottom of the shower, with scarlet red surrounding her crunched on her knees, weeping. 

"This hard life was to make you strong."

She looks up, eyes watery. She whispers, "Do I look strong? Do I look like I'm proud to be who I am?" Then he slowly walks up right beside her, and Jesus kneeled beside Trinnean.

"Angel of mine, Trinnean... You slipped away. You were not in my control. I'm here now to help, and to make your pain disappear now."

Trinnean's mind stops. Then one single image flashed into her mind, the razor blade that was still in her hand. For one minute, one moment, she believed she was completely alone. In an instant she flashed the razor blade over her left wrist. She pressed as hard as she could, scarlet red appeared as quickly as she gashed at herself. As She pulled the blade more and more, the red line was in a straight line. A straight line across one of her arteries. She screamed, yelled, and began to bawl. It was everything she was hoping it would do. He was still there the whole time...