In my thoughts

Sophie sat in the filled bath tub, mesmerised by her thoughts and bubbly warm water. She had had enough surprises for one day, and the thoughts filled her mind and flew around in fizzy images in her brain. The thoughts were too much, and they threatened to drown her, to drag her to the deepest and darkest depths of the ocean of thoughts, where she thought she might not be able to resurface in the human world.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the slow, creaking sound of the door. She looked beyond the dim lights of the bathroom, trying to recognise the silhouette she was seeing. It was Rhys’.

“Hey baby.” He called coolly, not sure whether he was trying to be cool or not disturb the co-occupants of the mansion, even though it was big enough to host three times the number.

“Hey honey.” Sophie tried to get out of the bath, but Rhys’ urged her to stay there.

“I know there is nothing I can say or do that will get you out of this confusion, but, on your mother’s behalf, I’m sorry.” Soph