Warmth flows throughout my body.

Mine being so close to his.

A nice cool water rains up on me.

I embrace it, like I embrace my baby.

He's so small and cute.

Only eight years old.

His lovely curls brushing up against my face.

His skin so soft rubbing up against my trembling hands.

Oh, how I've loved him.

His weak body thrashing all about.

"Please calm down, my dear. It will be over soon."

His legs kicking me in the thighs.

"Please stop, honey. That hurts."

After a while of this, he calms.

I let go of him and stand up.

Looking down at his peaceful resting body, I can't help but to smile a sad smile.

I looked down at my soaking clothes, then look back up at the water laying all over the floor.

"This is going to be a mess to clean."

I come closer and pick up the limp head of my baby out of the overflowed tub.

After kissing his forehead, I place him back down.

"You're in a better place now."

I flinch at the sound of my drunken husband slamming the front door and hollering random gibberish.

"Oh dear."

As I hear the loud footsteps and yelling come near, I pick up the knife I had lying on the counter, and hold it facing the door.

Right before he could come through the door, I look back at my poor child.

"I hope he treats you better than your father could."

"I love you..."

~*~

A distressed women was found last night in her home soaked in blood and water. Mariana Lush had drowned her son, Andy Lush (8), and stabbed husband, Marcus Lush, to death. She is currently detained by police and awaiting trial. Any other details of this event have yet to be released by police.