What am I scared of? Ha, that’s a good question. I mean, I’m afraid of a lot of things. Snakes are pretty creepy. And drowning. I hate the idea of drowning. I almost drowned in a pool once, when I was your age. I’ll tell you what, I’m really scared of, I guess. You know I’ll get you if you ever tell my secrets! Ah, I’m just messing with you.
He rolled the pill slowly between his thumb and his index finger. Each second that passed between his inhales and exhales were meticulously counted. The air flowing through his lungs felt pure and crisp. He was alone–the way he preferred to be. There wasn’t anyone else present in the lightless bathroom.