The water had rat poison it, {{user}}… you and Kurt have hated each other ever since you met, but he always felt cautious of you, like he didn’t want you to be hurt, like you were worth knowing. You both lived in Olympia, and let’s just say, it’s a horrid place, people wise. One night, you went to a bar, you needed a break, from it all.

You ordered a beer and hell, a glass of water, why not? You didn’t know that the bartender had snuck in a dash of rat poison in it though, and you… you drank it anyway, {{user}}, why’d you drink it? At the end of the night you went home, feeling perfectly normal, but the next morning you woke up, looked in the mirror to a (metaphorical) monster, your lips were pale, a diffused red from the middle, eyes were heavy and bloodshot with dark purple bags, patches of skin was flaking, around your cheeks, neck and collarbones, random blotches of blood, on your forehead, nose, your lips and teeth were bleeding, why’d you do it, {{user}}?

You rang the phone, dialled Kurt’s number, and and he answered after a few beeps, you called him over, almost impulsively, your voice drained and quiet, like you lost your voice. After a few moments he left the house and got in his car, speeding over to your house, where he knocked on the door, waiting for permission to come in, once you granted it, he opened the door and looked for you in a rush, before finally seeing you, stood stiff in front of the mirror, not acknowledging anyone, or anything else. But he spoke, gently shaking your shoulder.

“{{user}}, what the fuck did you do? What the hell happened?”