I walked into the front door and locked it behind me, keeping the cold chill out. To go into the shower, I hurriedly opened the glass door and went into the shower while still fully clad in my clothes. The water had seeped through my clothing, and I had to undress down to my underwear. I went to the store and bought a bar of lavender-scented soap since I couldn't determine whether I should wash or burn the clothing I'd found. As I scraped my hands over the water, the water became a lovely, sudsy pink. I stood there and watched the gory run-off circle the drainage pipe.



My thoughts began to clarify as the water began to recede. As soon as I came down from my adrenaline high, I set about making a strategy. After my shower, I'd put my clothing in a bag and toss them in the trash. Trash collection would take place in the morning, and then they'd be gone for good. As soon as I was certain that every single trace of blood splatter had been removed from my body, I walked outside and dried off. I threw on my sweatpants and went to the office.