Monsters that cannot be unseen
@alljuicedup
Lydia wondered the halls and stairs of the house, peering into unused rooms hoping to find secrets. She finally found the bathroom which in all honesty was probably the cleanest room in the house but also the forgotten. It held an old Victorian feel to it with the large metal tub in the center of the room. But it also seemed...ill fitting. The grey porcelain tiles held a thick layer of dust as she walked in, her skin itching from it.
The linen closet had a single moth eaten towel and old soap smelled of sandwood and bergamot. This place was quiet, almost too quiet with all the noise inside her head. She sighed as she shut the door, locking it. She was quite surprised that Beetlejuice didn't follow her. It was... odd. She didn't dwell on it long as she started the bath water, steam rising up into the air.
As she pulled off her dress, her eyes stared at the mosiac of bruises on her body. Some were old, yellow and fading while others were fresh; dark purple and blues. Bruises will heal but anguish would not. But she was free. Over time, Ryan would be a distant memory. Over time, she will be happy.
The tub filled up rather quickly, the smell of sandlewood filled the air as she climbed into the water. Lydia sunk her head in first, her lungs burning as she tried to push her limits. Her eyes open as she stared up seeing the light refract against the surface. She waited for Ryan to come and hold her under... but he never came.
Lydia sat up gasping, black hair falling into her face as she closed her eyes and basked in the warm water. The ache in her body melting away, her bruises pain faded, and the noise that lingered quieted to a whisper.
She was at peace at the moment, her body relaxed enough to clean. The smell of bergamot relaxing her futher. She would kill to have shampoo in this scent. As the water clouded up with bubbles and soap, Lydia couldn't notice the long black tendril climbing out of the drain and loosely wrapping itself around her ankle.
