In Filth; Jack and Molly Left.

Slowly, the water drips.
My eyes open to see I'm still in the tub.
It's cold.
Looking down I realize it's half full.
Water, blood and filth.
My head is more clear now.
I recognize this room.
It's a small bathroom.
The lights are giving out.
In need of replacement.
I want to get out of this dirty tub,
So I find energy to rise.
I'm still naked,
And the air is so cold.
I look to see two towels,
Sitting on a rack next to the toilet.
I take one.
Beginning to wrap myself,
I am stopped short by what i hardly recognize.
My body displaying bruises.
Small incisions that sting so brutal.
There's a mirror above the sink.
My reflection is grotesque.
This is me?
My neck swarmed of blue color.
My lip split in two,
With a line of blood in the middle.
My long blonde hair tangled into a mess.
Dark red, dry color seeped on my scalp,
Flowing down strands of hair.
I am filthy.
I can't look any longer.
My body is sore.
I finish wrapping the towel around me.
Much warmer.
The tile still chilly on my bare feet.
I want to get out.
The small door is right in front of me.
But what's behind it?
The demons?
Mr. Jack?
Miss Molly?
I find courage to turn the rusted knob.
The door creaks open.
I'm in an old apartment.
To the left is a bedroom,
Where I find my clothes.
I dress myself as fast as I can.
I want to get out.
Now.
I feel sick to my stomach.
I want to go home.
In search of my keys,
I scan the room.
Next to my boots,
They are found.
I look for the door.
The door to end the madness.
So many locks.
Why so cautious?
I try to unlock it.
Jammed.
What?
I can't get out.
Silence breaks.
Laughter.
Demons?
I tremble.
Heavy breathing.
My lungs fill with fear,
And my heart hammers my chest.
For a moment more,
Hot breath creeps upon my neck.
Demon peers over.
He whispers to me.

You

Will

Not

Leave.