There was nothing.

No chill. No feeling. Nothing.

All she did was sit there in the bathtub, clothes on, water off. It was the only safe place for her. However, you could still hear the outside voices seeping underneath the door and too her ears.

Her eyes stared at the tile. She stared at it without blinking until it blurred and could no longer see the outlines of the tile. Then, in the middle, a black dot began to grow. As it grew bigger it whispered to her. She couldn't make out what the dot was saying. The whispers were mixing with the ones from under the door. She could hear the telephone ringing, a car alarm go off, street trolleys, cash register rings, singing, dogs barking, and screams.

The black hole was as big as her head, now speaking louder than the noise but still softly. It repeated the phrase over and over again but for some reason she couldn't understand it. It hurt her ears and it was still growing bigger. When she could not take anymore she screamed and looked for something to throw at it. She found her cell phone still sitting between her legs from when she first sat down and threw it at the black dot.

There was a high pitched clang noise and the phone was gone.

She stared at the hole, not sure how it consumer her phone. Reaching out to touch it the voice grew louder and she moaned at the pain in her ears. She looked back towards the door, but the pain was even worse. The hole was extending to the bathtub and to the ceiling now, it was almost as big as herself. She stood and tried to touch it again. And again, it hurt. She kept her hand on the surface and pushed it into the hole. As she did the noise deteriorated and all she could think, feel, and hear was the phase the hole was telling her.

“I don't exist”

The feeling enveloped her and she let herself go. The hole had consumed her whole body now. Everything was dark and she was laying on the ground. Her phone was next to her and looked strange.

She sat up to look at it and found a drain. The phone was becoming liquefied and going down the drain, its computer like voice saying “I don't exist. I don't existtt. I don'ttt exisssttttt...”. She tried to stop it but her hand wouldn't move from next to it, already starting to go down the drain.

Scream. Cry. Yell. Think.

All forbidden here. She tried, but all she could do is stare at her hand and phone saying “I don't exist”.

It wasn't long for all remnants of her phone to disappear. It was only a matter of time before she was gone herself. All that was there right now was her head, melting away down the drain mumbling “ I don't exist”.