I hate the bathtub. It's a place of fear and pain for me. Whenever I hear the water running, my heart starts racing, knowing what might come next. The sound of electricity crackling sends shivers down my spine as I remember the times my parents threw me inside with a toaster plugged in.
The shock is unbearable, making me scream and cry out in agony. The burning sensation on my skin is nothing compared to the emotional pain it brings. How can someone who is supposed to love you do such cruel things? Why am I punished for simply being myself?
I try to stay quiet and invisible, hoping that maybe they will forget about me or leave me alone. But no matter how still I am or how little noise I make, it seems like they always find a reason to hurt me again.
I wish I could talk about what goes on at home with someone who would understand and help me escape this nightmare. But every time I try to speak up, all that comes out are sobs and gasps for air as memories flood back into my mind.
Maybe one day things will change, maybe one day there will be light at the end of this dark tunnel. Until then, all I can do is endure and survive each painful moment as best as possible.
The bathtub may hold terrifying memories for now but someday it might become just another part of an old story from a past life - one where Bubbi was strong enough to break free from his chains of silence and fear.