The Silent Suffering Of A Shower Trauma Victim

Standing in the shower i dreaded the next step. It had happened ever since i was a child, and everytime at this exact moment.

I finish the shower gel and pick up the shampoo, hand trembling. I squeeze a fair portion into my palm and begin massaging, once applied i get really panicky. I pray to god he doesn't appear, just once, and begin washing the shampoo out.

Suddenly he appears on cue, right when my back is turned, eyes shut, washing it out, i feel his presence, his pale face watching me, never to reveal himself, but i know.