http://birdmetaphor.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] birdmetaphor.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] uisgeannan 2011-08-08 03:26 am (UTC)

[oops. here's where all the blood went.

not much else is good for writing on the white tile walls of this bathroom. the walls and the floor are actually kept very clean. no grunge or mold building up at the edges, no lines of grime in the shower. there are some boxes of hair dye, some bottles of shampoo and conditioner and soap. some washcloths and towels, kept bizarrely clean and folded just like his clothes out front. there's a cabinet full of the usual things you would find. scissors, nail clippers, some light pain killers, bandages. there's a first-aid kit, but it's never been opened.

that's where the normality stops. there are little snippets of hair on the ground where he must not have cleaned them up. there are some drops of black on the floor around the sink... dye, probably, since it's also in the sink proper, not quite washed down the drain. there's a crow's feather on the ground for some reason. there's a thin trail of blood that starts from the sink and leads down with a small splatter onto the floor, then drags back out the way she'd come.

that's all probably second-sight because of the rest of the blood, though. hand prints on the wall, smudged fingerprints here and there. it's mostly light, but prominent against the white. and the writing is much shorter in here. "stop it" "it hurts" "disgusting" "alone" "nothing" "you are sick" "you are sick you are sick you are sick you are sick you are sick you are sick you are sick" "shut up".

a tabby cat suddenly brushes against her ankle.]

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