(Synn)<br/><br/>As she sunk into the water, the bubbles caressed her porcelain skin like a mother would waddle her baby for comfort. Her eyes grew quite heavy and the room slowly rocked as if she was on a ship at sea. She felt drunk. She had only had that feeling once before at a college party she snuck off to a year ago after her father had passed out drunk himself on the kitchen floor. She gripped the sides of the tub so she did not slide completely under the water in her stupor. She glanced upwards at Judas, studying his features once more as if she was viewing them for the first time. The angular shape of his cheekbones and jawline, the smooth surface of his skin, his eyes a soft grey that was about to storm,<i>such perfection </i>she thought as she sunk deeper into the tub.<br/><br/>Her mind wandered to her little brother and how scared he must be without her there to protect him. Without opening her mouth uttering a word out loud, she called to him and reassured him that she was coming home. She visualized his crouching in a corner as their father beat down their frail mother with his fists. Blood would spatter across the walls as she took every hit, crying, screaming for him to stop. The screams echoed in her ears as she shook her head to the side, trying to push out such visions.<br/><br/>Her fingertips turned yellow and then a stark white as she pressed into the tub, almost breaking her nails in the process. She closed her eyes behind her curtains of lush lashes, squeezing them shut as she shook off the hallucinations. "No" she uttered as she brought her fingers up to feather through her hair, gripping the back ends as if tugging on it would make the visions cease. Her brother holding his pillow against his chest as her father entered the bedroom. She was there telling him to be brave and that it would be all over soon. She cried out to him and held out her hand, but when she touched him he evaporated into shadows that engulfed her and carried her back to this bathtub.<br/><br/>She opened her eyes slowly, still drunk from what liquid she lay in and as compliant as she could be at this moment. Perhaps. She tried to sit up more but found her body to be quite heavy. Too heavy to move. She gripped the sides of the tub tighter and pulled herself up, but slide back down shortly thereafter.