it was like any other day in a teens life. Soon 18- living a rather depressing cycle- a paradox of days that didnt seem to change. Busy with the mental problems- that your family bestowed upon you, and schoolwork, and trying to get your life in one, and trying to understand this world driven by rules as a teen who loves to do other things than studying perhaps you found relaxation in music and games- even drawing.. just drawing, the boring days lightened by the hours u spent with drawing your muse....that japanese psycho. Even though he would probably hate you if he hadnt died in 2003

and believing in myths..well..that wasnt your thing. Even if deep down u wished for that salvation- when one day u would shower alone in the quiet house- parents already sleeping and the hot water engulfing your face as u washed it...unaware of whats going on around you while you have your eyes closed. to wish that when u open them and fear- but be hopeful that it stands outside the glass panels of your shower- behind the steam stuck to it. And ready to kill you. To kill you and give u salvation of breaking the cycle of the boring world you live in, surrounded by idiots.

but it hadnt happened yet....not until now. The very same scenario you were dreaming of. Happened on a sunday night. Opening your eyes some soap still lingering on your face- getting ready for school tomorrow..but...something- and no...not your mother or father- stood in your bathroom. it was...him. The being u so wished would one day come and save u from humanity.