Everything slipped through my hands but the pain. The pain was the only thing I could think of. 
My lungs were about to burst. My head about to explode. My vision already started to fade slowly.

So this would be my end: Drowned by a white hand and disturbing voice. Frankly, there were better ways to die.
I could not free myself... Literally, at this point resignation started to fill my whole body. What difference did it make?  Sooner or later I would pass away, there was nothing I loved, nowhere to go. Nothing to hold me even in this life. So why complain about the way of dying? This simply is the end of a tragedy. 

My death was just physical. The physical act of the end.

The numbness took finally over. My finger could not bear to hold on onto this white, bony hand any longer, so I let go.

And on the race of life, time passed by. I sat back and watched.
My whole body was paralysed.
Right when my eyes started to close themselves, I saw a tall figure approaching.

Is this the grim reaper? Am I finally redeemed? A pair of hands grabbed me at my waist and shoved me out of the water. The pain became unbearable before easing up. I started to cough like a maniac. My body needed every last bit of oxygen available. 
I couldn't care less about my saviour at this moment.
" Are you alright? ", he asked still touching my naked skin.
" I am perfectly fine ", I replied in great discomfort, "Let go of me."

" Don't you enjoy being in my arms? "

A loud clack echoed in my bathroom. Without saying another word he did as he was told.
In all of this mess, I hadn't recognized my "saviour" ... until this very phrase.
I stood up and grabbed the first bathrobe available. Hastily, I wrapped it around my body, so at least some of my dignity remained.
" Go to hell, Peter Hale. " I snapped at him, "And never come near me again. " Too many feeling filled my body at once: anger, sadness, hatred, leaving nothing less than emptiness inside me.
My feeling killed one another before they had been given the chance to co-opt every blood cell in my body.

" I just saved your life, why can't you be grateful?" he demanded with raised brows. Are you serious? The only response to his statement was a simple laughter. Yeah, I laughed.
" Because you hurt me, Peter. It isn't as simple as you think. " I was convinced by now, my last wishes of me being sane vanished. Tears of laughter filled my eyes and slightly blurred my vision.

" You are awful", I laughed. I blinked once, twice, thrice to suppress the water in my eyes,
the smile never leaving my face.
My throat sore. My lips trembling. My body aching. Agony.
I managed to keep smiling despite this gruesome situation. 

" You think I'm just a doll. A doll that's pink and light. A doll you can arrange any way you like", I whispered, "You are wrong. Bitter-sweetly wrong. "
Suddenly, my laugh faded.

And the Tears of laughter quickly became those of sadness.

Silently I cried while looking at him. My emotions were overreacting.
He was sitting on the floor of the bathroom, his blue eyes were fixing me, he was wearing his black coat above a plain black pullover and jeans.
" You don't understand a thing from all of this", he plainly responded with no emotion whatsoever in his voice. His gaze shifting away from me.
The water was still running down my tears. Why did someone allowed him such an impact upon me? 

Why was he able to hurt me so badly, altough we merely knew each other for more than a month. Those feelings were still fighting, it seemed like every second another one appeared to be the winner.

First sadness, then rage. 

" You didn't tell me a thing of any of all of this. " I frowned. " You have never told me anything about you, so how should I be supposed to know ?"

After rage, resignation claimed the throne.

"Peter, I have one last question for you."

His eyes went straight back to me: " What is it?" Because of curiosity. For a split-second a red flicker strived his blue eyes. This moment oddly reminded me of a lion scanning his prey before hunting it.
No not a lion, but a wolf.
The real question would be whether his prey was equal to him or not.
" Tell me, was there a white figure" I stepped forward to the still kneeling Peter, "or am I insane?"

Now, bravery which slowly developed into superbity.

I did not know where this inner strength suddenly came from, yet I used it to show him with whom he was messing right now.
" What's in for me? " He cockily smiled at me, "Is there anything you could offer to me?"
He stood up, then softly caressed my hair: "Oh Ava, you don't know in which hell you are going to end in. "
My hand stopped him: "I am not afraid, Peter. " Something changed when you nearly had drowned. Death formed a thick sheath around you, since it knew that it was the only thing having control over you.

" Then turn around. Show me you are willing to trust, in order to get what you want. "
Rape, Torture, homicide, all those thoughts crossed my mind right away whereas my body
acted as he was told. He had no alternative anyway. Ten minutes before, I nearly drowned, now a psychotic guy had the opportunity of breaking my neck.
" You have lost my trust." I nonetheless made myself clear. The last bit of dignity there was left.

Then, I fell.

Peters hand wrapped his hand round my body. My heart skipped a beat, I hated my soft spot for him. His lips gently spread kisses on my neck. Goosebumps was everywhere where he touched me. 

I was convinced Peter knew what he was doing to me even though I had no idea about it.
Which psychotic game are you truly playing? What is it you are after?

" But everybody wants to rule the world", he whispered into my ear before a sharp pain overran me. Cannibal Bastard.
My knee immediately gave in to the agony.
" And if you are strong enough, you will make it. "
Dark points started to dance in front of my eyes, so many of them that eventually, I was blinded.
Blind of the fact that he was indeed the grim reaper.

My whole body was clinging onto Peter until my mind completely shut off.