Promises Pt. 2

Time for your bath, Mathew.

All the oxygen was sucked from my lungs in an instant, as if inside the shower had created a vacuum where air did not, or could not exist. I felt my legs fail to continue to perform their function and as I went down I felt the water go over my head.

My chest burned and my veins boiled as complete terror consumed me. My blood felt like a river of fire, as if Pyriphlegethon itself ran through my soul, taking me with it in its sickening current.

I could feel their malicious hands, phantom memories brought back in a haze of panic, holding me under the spray.

I screamed.

It's time for your bath, Mathew.

I do not know how long I sat, collapsed and curled up in the bathtub, how long I had been screaming exactly, or when suddenly the water was no longer cascading down around me.

I heard a voice above my head, but it was garbled, distorted from the water in my ears and the panicked state I was in.