Blenner's Apartment, Saturday Evening [5/12]
The only sound in the apartment was the shower's slow, steady hiss.
Outside the bathroom door, Lucy sat curled on the couch, her eyes fixed on the closed bathroom door. Coffin crouched at her feet. It lay perfectly still apart from the occasional twitch that was almost like a shiver. Lucy reached down to pat it's varnished lid.
"I know. Everything will be alright," she said.
At least she hoped it would.
Inside the bathroom, the man called James Blenner sat huddled on the shower's floor, rocking, shivering even though he'd made the water as hot as possible. He didn't care for water usually, but he'd suddenly been hit with the undeniable need to clean himself.
He'd wrapped his arms around himself, digging his fingernails into the flesh of his upper arms. Thin little streams of blood flowed from the wounds to circle their way down the drain.
Outside the bathroom door, Lucy sat curled on the couch, her eyes fixed on the closed bathroom door. Coffin crouched at her feet. It lay perfectly still apart from the occasional twitch that was almost like a shiver. Lucy reached down to pat it's varnished lid.
"I know. Everything will be alright," she said.
At least she hoped it would.
Inside the bathroom, the man called James Blenner sat huddled on the shower's floor, rocking, shivering even though he'd made the water as hot as possible. He didn't care for water usually, but he'd suddenly been hit with the undeniable need to clean himself.
He'd wrapped his arms around himself, digging his fingernails into the flesh of his upper arms. Thin little streams of blood flowed from the wounds to circle their way down the drain.