One

Motionless. Up above. Just standing there.
Short brown hair. Eyes closed. Mouth hanging loose. His regular blue shirt. Short red pants. Hands with the same bracelets made from beads. The same scars on his arm.

Bathroom. Smells nostalgic. Like a place you dreamed of. Looks off, though. I wonder why.

Seconds. Minutes. Nothing. It’s all so peaceful.

I see something. I can’t place it.

The door looks strange. The light is on, but the door is shut. The door has its center made from semi-transparent glass. There is a figure behind it. No response, though.

Open it.
Open the door.
Open. The. Door.

Silence.

I peek inside.

The rope is pulled tight. Deep red liquid on the ground.

I wonder why.
I don’t wonder why.
I know why.

Me.