Lying In A Tub Full Of Blood by "Artemis"LykaiosNightshade (best interesting books to read .txt) 📕

tried committing suicide, so my back is broken severley." Nyx said putting her hands on her lap.

"Trevor," He wrote down. "I'm here because people are afraid of me."

At last I spoke about me.

"And I'm Minerva. I'm here because I lie in a tub full of blood."

***

At dinner, Samara and her two friends, Ryan and Lyla all invited us newbies to their table.

"So you lie in a tub full of your murdered victims?" Ryan asked taken aback by what I love doing.

Nodding my head, I took a bite of the food they've sent us. I have no clue what it is, but it was good tasting.

"What do we do after this?" I asked throwing my stuff away.

"Well after we eat dinner, we do whatever we please." Lyla said licking her lips.

Samara told us that she was here because she thinks everything is food.

We decided to go outside, but we were informed not to go pass or else we would be electrocuted.

Once we stepped outside, we heard a loud scream from a man and shouts from the police for reinforcements and to try and calm the man down. It didn't work, the man kept on flinging his arms, trying to escape, so they had to put him in a straight-jacket.

"That is the fiftieth person who had to be set in a straight jacket." Ryan said with a heaving sigh.

***

As the sun started to set, everyone started calming down somewhat.

"Night time is the only time we're not being watched. We can do whatever the hell we want. It's great!" Lyla whispered both seductive and terrifying.

I knew exactly what I wanted to do, but do I dare in front of a crowd so many? And pray tell might the others think of me.

"No need to worry. We are all the same, outcasts. No one will tell you diffrent." Trevor wrote down on his notepad with both a concern and a look of comfort in his eyes.

Waiting for just the right moment was hard, especially here in Aslyum. I decided to see how Nyx was doing and I couldn't believe what I saw.

"I missed you so much. I'm surprised you kept silent. For me." Nyx whispered and for the first time, I heard Trevor talked.

"I told you, you will be the only person who will ever hear my voice. You tame the beast in me. I am nothing but a wild animal." Trevor whispered back, caressing her head and hair.

By that scene, I knew they were lovers, lovers from the start. I didn't mind one bit, for I knew what will happen to me in the future, now.

***

Not making as much noise as I possibly can, I crept into the kitchen to look for a knife. A seraded knife, they are my specialty.

When I thought I heard footsteps, I quickly hide somewhere in the shadows.

"I can't believe that girl!" A nurse said gathering as much food as she can in a big bowl. I had to snicker for I knew who the "girl" was.

Once the nurse let and was no longer in sight, I quietly walked over to the knife drawer. I was almost in heaven, this would be my stair way.

Creeping back to my room, with the knife in my hand, I look around for a victim, one who looked like he or she had a lot of blood rushing down in them.

I noticed a scream from a girl, "Let me die! Let me die!"

Walking over behind her, I placed a hand on her shoulder and said in a low voice, "I can help you with that."

Before she knew it, I thrust down my knife at the back of her throat over and over again, not giving her time for a last breathe.

***

Draggin the limp body towards the bathroom with one hand while the other held the now bleeding knife, I placed the knife in my pocket so I can open the door with my now free hand.

Opeing the door, I placed the girl's limp body over the tub so blood can fill the tub. I also turned on the water so it'll fill up more. But as long as there is blood, I am satisfied.

Turning the water off once it was full, I threw the cold body away, took my clothes off then went in the tub, now in heaven.

***

Lying in a tub full of blood, I stare up at the Goth-like ceiling.

Taking a hand full of broken glass and clenching them tightly.

The glass cuts through my hands and blood drips down.

Lying in a tub full of blood, I thought to myself,

Was it wrong that I did it in the past and now?

Was it wrong that I have a passion for it?

Was it wrong that I love the feel of bloody humans?

With the glass still in my hands, I drop them into the tub.

Splashing the bloody water with my body, I let the glass cut my skin.

Not a scream, not a shudder, not a whisper.

Only the sound of my thoughts and the blood.

Is it wrong that I love the feel of sharp items?

Is it wrong that I love bathing in blood?

Is it wrong that I love the taste of a victim’s blood?

Lying in a tub full of blood, I go down deep until I drown.

And that's just what I did, I was finally bathing in blood, glass shards cuting through my skin, I tasted my victim's blood, and I went down deep until I drowned.

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Publication Date: 05-16-2012

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