Vorwort

Diese Geschichte ist in Gänze fiktiv.

The alcohol started losing its effect. It was a long night so far already, with just the two of us having fun together. Her first night out of prison. Our first night being physically together. No longer having to hear her humming voice through a little speaker, no longer being so distant. Quite the opposite: I can hear her breath in my ears as we cuddle together on the couch. I don’t know for how long. Ten minutes, maybe a hundred. I could do it forever, but alas I’m tired. I’m exhausted. This day wasn’t only much for her. And I stink.

“Hon.. I need a bath.” I hum. She doesn’t let me go, calmly holding onto me with her slow breath still in my neck. “Hon..? Really I’m gonna take a bath and.. things. And then we’ll go to bed, alright?” I explain and suggest. She just humms a sound of unwilling approval. Fair enough. I free myself from her strong but luckily tired arms and lock myself in her bathroom. She’s got a big bathtub. Perfect. The sound of the water rushing into it already gets me excited, but even moreso the thought at what I had snuck in: a prime quality dose of heroin. The perfect way to calm down and end a day.Not recommended to be used in a bathtub but.. I’ve always done it that way. Two calming and relaxing things together.

I wait until my body is almost fully submerged in water before turning it off. Cautiously I prepare the shot. Time to relax. It is only a few moments, a few skilled and experienced hand motions before the needle pierces my skin. As it hits I start to realize how beautiful this day really was. Who knew it’d end like that when we met for the first time, me just visiting a stranger in prison to contribute to their rehabilitation, hah. We talked more and more and soon yearned for physical contact. And today it became a reality.

I hear the lock moving. Of course she’d get the door open. But I can’t blame her, can I? It’s her bathroom after all. She came in and was a bit surprised by the needle. But not shocked. She knew about it, I told her. I blinked slowly under the influence and the next time I opened my eyes she already was leaning on the tub, grinning at me. “Hey there cutie” I grin back. She doesn’t say a word, instead leans further towards me. I may be high as a kite but I sure as hell know what that means. I close my eyes and try to get my chest closer to her, but the opiates paralyse me too much. I manage to get up a little just to slide back into the tub. Instead of trying a second time, I just ready my lips. She leans all in now, her hair dipping into the water and her tongue into my mouth.

She proceeds to put her hands on my shoulders, softly stroking me while keeping the kiss going. Then she gently but firmly pushes me. I slowly open my eyes, wondering what she is doing. As my chin touches the water I realize. I realize what she is doing but I cannot stop her. I can barely raise my arm before my mouth and nose are underwater, seconds later my eyes, too. My hand tries to reach for her, unsuccessfully. Eventually I manage to grab some of her hair. Despite the intoxication I try to hold onto it as good as I can. She makes no effort to get my hand off, both of her hands are still on my shoulders and pushing me beneath the surface of the shallow tub. I try and try to breathe but can’t. The warm, much too warm, water is filling my lungs and I feel it is all too late now. As my hand lets go of her hair, its back for a second touches her tender face, unintentionally stroking along her cheek before falling backwards into the tub.

A beautiful last sensation.