i don't care that i'm dying, i just need to survive tonight...

she closed her eyes, letting the water wash over her, stinging as they ran over her wounds. 'Why do you do this to yourself?' he had asked. What would you say, she wondered, if i told you i don't...

Steam filled the room, clouding her vision as she slid to the floor against the wall, the water beating down on her, every part of her aching. She cried, the tears she rarely allowed to escape. 'Why won't you talk to me?' he had asked her. 'I just want to understand...'

But he couldn't. And so she didn't tell him. She didn't try to explain. She kept it all in again, trusting no one was easier. But she could no longer work that way. He was everything, he was her life... But what if, she wondered, he just doesn't understand...?

She felt the consciousness slowly slipping away her body, her vision blurring, the room spinning around her. She felt nauseous, she felt pain, she felt alone. But unconsciousness was easier than living through this moment.

She just needed to survive the night...