Okay then,
Lizzy sat in the bath tub, wtahcing the blood spew from her cuts, then wash away. She was still wearing all her clothes, she had just ran all the way home and sat in the bath tub. She starred down at the water and the feeling that rose within her was much like something from her mythology books. She could hear the water calling to her. 'Come in' It said 'It's so nice down here, there are no mean bullies who stab you in the back during history, no friends who sit by and let it happen, no teachers who shout at you, because they are blind, no parents who never believe you. We are all nice people down here. Won't you come and jion us?'
Without meaning to, Lizzy leaned forward, so her nose was almost touching the smooth unbroken surface of the water. She was sitting on her knees now, starring down into the water deep. Their bath tub was big, rally big, her parents were rich. She could practicly swim in it, or sink. Then, like a salior falling to the siren's call, she tipped forward into the water. Streams of blood floated to the top of the tub. She lay under the water, letting all the air out of her lungs to bubble to the surface of the clear water. She remain, peacfully at the bottom of the water. She liked this feeling, safe, tranquil.
Then came the fighting, Lizzy didn't like that quite as much. She thrashed and struggled to remain in the water. The voices of the air and earth were demanding she return to their world, but she fought harder 'No! I want to stay here, I want to stay in the water, forever.' Then, like a cool hand looosing grip on her's or a jacket falling off to let her slid away, the fighting stopped and she lay at the bottom of the bath, happy once again. After that, there was some pain, in her chest and in her head, then there was none. She shut her no longer stinging eyes and went to sleep.
if you want to know, the promt was 'I saw it wash away'