In an Unknown house somewhere on Terra...
A cheap soap is found flying in the sink, as one scrubs far too hard, as noises crash in the background,
As the one at the sink scrubs hard, trying to remove the filth they perceive they are covered in thickly,
Clatter continuously occurs in the background, as the sounds of struggle continue to play out seemingly without end,
Though the soap is cheap, it is not weak, as it begins to burn hands as their repeatedly scrubbed to remove the filth,
The scrubber though finds joy in this, as to its gaze, the taint seems to be going away, as red begins to stain the tiles.
As in the living room, unmoving is the body of an adult, with many wounds that suggest a struggle,
With thick splatters of blood all over the room, trailing to the restroom, to its occupant,
Though it was fueled by rage that festered and a need to survive, it still was murder in the killer's eyes,
As they can feel and see the taint within them now, that swirls in their mind and body, as it riots at the conflicting sensations.
Of Joy to Disgust, to Relief to Horror, as they find themselves to not be in the dream they desired,
As a foul and deep desire for punishment grows, as it bubbles and froths forth to the surface unrelenting,
It is not Clean like what was spoken by the mentor at school said, Itself cant be clean anymore,
As it can feel its failure at living up to the expectations that it hoped would reward it a better life someday.
It can already hear the loud shouts by those policemen on the streets, calling for the one who committed the evil act,
As it can feel the sting of the law, as the same disregard for those above and below it hoped would let it be free from its upbringing,
Is now against it, with nowhere to go and nothing it has to stand on, they can feel emotions swirl deeper and darker, as they scrub more now,
It can feel the attention of those it hoped to gain aid from turning away at the sight of it, as it feels the dream they held dearly shatters, as reality forces its way inside.
It feels its hopes, its aspirations die, as it can feel the memories of pain shove themselves in their place,
Of someone yelling in the house, enraged at the lack of booze prepared beforehand for their return,
Repeated day in and day out, time and again each day seemingly never improving, never changing,
Anyone not familiar with them would see only the image of a respectable family, with ugly truth hidden away,
The ordeal of living in this lifestyle held together by the seams, as terror and rage-filled shouts fill the house daily.
They can hear it already again, despite the source of it all, now silent as the table beside them,
Of the loud shouts and of rage used against another, hiding away until they are asleep or in a better mood,
It continues scrubbing harshly, as their thoughts go to the darkness, seeking relief from it all,
Though before the thoughts can bloom into desires and plans, an action occurs so alien, it stuns the washer,
As it stops washing from stunned silence, as the new individual stops the water, as they glances at the hands, and softly motion to their bloody state.
Almost immediately the hands seem to heal, however, they stay stained in scarlet red from the fresh blood of a kill,
Though this continues to shock them, the next actions the individual does continue to befuddle, and somehow... comfort them,
As the individual seems to turn the water on for a moment, wetting a towel, and start to clean their arms and legs, to their face as well,
Treating them with something they hoped they could get from the life beyond this home,
Though that path to kindness outside in the society beyond is gone, as they can still feel the vile evil they had done,
They look at the individual who is cleaning them, who whispers worries and concerns for them, for their sake alone,
With movements that do not seem to harm them, and with an aura that feels warm and inviting,
Their thoughts at what they have, and know already, there is no place to go, but with them,
As they feels the remains of emotions and sanity, however disjointed and likely just beyond repair, focus on the stranger.
The only light left in their life, that feels bleak and hopeless, as they cannot reach for their dream as before,
They can only seek happiness with what they have left, yet they believe nothing is left for them,
So they ask, and beg to be taken by the stranger, who is all they have who cares for them, someone completely unrelated,
Someone unusual, someone unknown, but someone that cares for them, for their sake, as their touch holds no harm, but comfort they can sense.
Though the strange appears surprised, he does not seem to mind, as the stranger does the unknown as a gesture, as somehow they did it, to moved the living room around to make it comfortable,
The body is hidden from their view from where they choose to sit on the couch, though they can feel the weight of it,
The stranger asks if they are sure, answering they have time to ask, time to process their thoughts and emotions before making such a decision,
Though another gesture of concern, the strange realizes once facing them properly, that it was a pointless thing to question, as the broken one states once more, they have nothing else to live for, nothing worth having, now that they are soaked in blood.
Let them go with the stranger, grant them some hope in this life, that gave them nothing, with a gaze of an already mad and broken doll, stitched back together, with the only thing it will see, is an obsession.
An obsession that the mind clings to now, as the only anchor, in reality, the red stranger realizes, as it knows now there is nothing to be done, but take them with, as they have already become too far gone for a mundane life.
The red stranger accepts the response, as it opens the door to the home, leading the new follower, singing a comforting lullaby,
As they leave a broken home, full of broken memories, left with a broken body, and the broken remains of what is called sanity.
Into a new world, where there is danger, but there is a new place full of warmth and care for the undesired by others.~
By the next morning, a call is phoned for the adult's disappearance from their work, noticeable for their respectful position and habit of punctuation,
When the police are sent to investigate the disappearance, they end up discovering the death of the victim, with their relative missing.
Though it was ruled the victim's wounds were a result of self-defense, in the end, the perpetrator was never discovered, as all fingerprints and traces of DNA were nowhere to be found,
A calling card was left stating in scarlet ink "If it is undesired, then the undesired wanderer shall care for it," the victim's family member is still missing to this day, with no leads closer to the truth.
Addendum to Police Report
