User blog:LexPetitxVampire/Bath Fizz From Japan

I was never a fan of father’s day; while I never hated my father when he was alive, I never thought he deserved this day all for him. That’s not to say I haven’t felt the waves of dislike towards him hit me.

There were so many better father’s out there, ones who did not hurt their children the way he had hurt me and took such glee in doing so. So, when he died, and I had gotten married, I told my husband that he and his father should go out and have dinner somewhere, anywhere.

My husband was worried about leaving me alone on a holiday that celebrates fathers.

I was more than fine, I’d be alone in my house, watching a horror film, ended up being Peter Pan, and taking a bath. I had lit a sage candle and the smell of the safe brought me back to the days when I called Utah home.

You Can Fly was playing from the bedroom, and I opened the little closet in the bathroom; my eyes scanning the shelves until I picked up a little pink fizz ball a friend of mine got me in Japan. I ran it under my nose, inhaling the aroma, Sakura.

I turned the faucet off for the bath and dropped the fizz ball into the bath, watching it being eaten away and turning my water pink. I stepped into the tub, with my foot, testing the waters. I pulled my foot out though, a sharp pain, sharp, hot pain ran up my foot to my ankle. An air of panic filled the bathroom.

I pulled it out, breathing through my teeth. I saw my skin sloughing off, into the tub. The blood from my foot was dripping into the tub, making the pink water turn red. I saw my cut little manicured toes plop into the water. I stared at my foot, gaped mouth, before I slammed that foot back into the bloody water and used my toes to pop the drain stopper.