Bathtub Nightmares

by Forn Clakes Fri Apr 10, 2009 4:40 am

“Take me down to the Paradise City, where the grass is green and the girls are pretty…”

Pryderi hid in the old cast iron bathtub with just a blanket to protect him, hugging his guitar like an old confident, the one thing he can trust. The rest of his apartment was bathed in darkness with the curtains drawn and a wooden chair wedged under the door knob.

Fleeing the Empty Orchestra had brought him straight home to hide, which he had been doing ever since. He had only left the tub for basic needs and jumped straight back in, flinching at any sounds from out on the street.

Cats screeching, kids running and playing, adults arguing over insignificant matters; Even they could feel it, the Gentry returning, he thought.

He needed a plan but before that he needed the ability to protect himself, and so began the healing process, something to take his mind from the panic that rises every time he thinks of the world ending. Spending two days in hiding with only his own voice for company, he had sung himself to comfort but now he had to find help, desperately.

Maybe one more verse, he thinks, still shaking.