She walked slowly into the bathroom, her size 38 feet coming in contact with the cold blue floor. Why were bathroom surfaces always so cold? They reminded her of hospitals. She shrugged off her oversized purple robe where it fell to a puddle near her feet. She lowered herself into the bathtub, her body obscured from view by way too many bubbles. With one dry finger, she poked her iPod, filling her bathroom with Katy Perry's voice. She sighed happily and rested her head on the edge of the tub, thankful that her boyfriend was working late. She could never relax when he was around; he was constantly following her around like a puppy, not understanding that she needed alone time and threatening to break up with her when she told him to back off. Sure, she didn't particularly like him, but looking for a new boyfriend that could deal with her bitchy attitude was such a pain. Besides, the sex wasn't completely terrible. She pulled a slender leg out of the foam and examined her pink toes. It was in moments like this that she was truly happy, without having to explain herself to people, without having to make small talk, she could just be. Lying there naked and listening to music would be the most relaxing time she would have the entire week. She closed her eyes and probably fell asleep for a while. She woke up with the door slamming and opened her eyes, startled. It was probably her boyfriend. She rolled her eyes and pulled herself out of the water, the cold air causing her skin to break out in goosebumps, pausing the music. She pulled her long brown hair out the way and tied it in a messy bun and shrugged on her robe. The door cracked open a little and her boyfriend's goofy face appeared in the doorway.

He grinned. "Hey, babe."

She stifled a shudder and smiled weakly. She hated when he called her 'babe', it reminded her of that pig from children's movie. It was like he was imagining her rolling in the mud, filthy. He stepped into the bathroom, wrapping his long arms around her. He took a step back and examined the bath tub. Before he could open his mouth and make a stupid comment about how they should get in together, she bent down and grabbed the hammer that was under the sink. In one swift movement, she hit his head hard. He fell into the tub, splashing bubbles everywhere. She sat on the toilet, watching as the water slowly turned crimson. She turned the music back on and sauntered to her room, a bounce in her step.

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FINALLY.

PS: Don't look too into this. I'm not that psycho.