#checkdis

#DanoRoger #footballplayerdanoroger #belgium #soccer #football

#DanoRoger #footballplayerdanoroger #belgium #soccer #football

#DanoRoger #footballplayerdanoroger #belgium #soccer #football

#DanoRoger #footballplayerdanoroger #belgium #soccer #football

“So here we are.” She was holding a toothbrush in a tight, almost threatening grip, although it was not pointing at me. Threatening nonetheless. Her voice nearly dripped with threat.

“Who’s bathroom are we in?” I asked.

“You imagined this, didn’t you?” She described the area with the toothbrush, wielding it like a sabre. 

I tried to hide from the might of her weapon, almost collapsing into the tub. It was a pretty ordinary bathroom. All white and plasticine, the whiteness as painful as being with her now. Her voice seemed even more loud, abrasive, accusatory. Rebounding over the walls, like our voices, even our existence, were some strange rain.

“Why, why did you imagine a bathroom!? Why?!” She pushed her little--somehow wiry in it’s slight fatness--stern body, pushing him into the bath, jabbing the toothbrush into his thigh. 

I struggled, seeming only to hurt myself more. “I...I...” I gasped, my backbone twisting. “I imagined...” I breathed, “a...toothbrush”

She let go of me, I stumbled over into the tub, hitting my head on the side. I must have hit the tap, because water went everywhere. Cold and stinging, it started filling in the tub I was awkwardly lying in. Tina was standing some distance away, staring at me. Somewhat in awe, but that was solidifying into confusion, anger and shock. 

“Wh...” She began, looking around in strained wonderment. “You really have no imagination, you know that?!” And she began kicking me.

“Why...does it,” I gave a sharp breath, and passed out. There was sticky stuff creeping around on my forehead, I thought, as my mind slipped first into the sharp whiteness of the bathroom magnified, then nothing. And then...