It's you

1

The bathroom looks specially organized in a detailed manner. Jack loves order and accuracy. He starts his bath at exactly 9pm every other days except during the winter days when it is extremely cold –only God knows about those days-.

On a day he took his position in the bathtub as usual, started moving the luffa around his body as he is used to, a couple of seconds later bloodline starts flowing from under his left armpit, once he notices it he starts washing it with water and then raises his whole arm upwards to see where that blood might be coming from. It looks perfectly fine with no apparent cut that might have led to the flow of the blood. Where might that have come from, he starts to think. He looks around his whole arm and still nothing; he continues bathing.

A few minutes later and the blood starts flowing again from the same place. As amazed as he was he quickly raised his arm up, started cleaning the blood with now much worry getting into him, there is no trace for the blood might have come from. He stands still surrounded by worry and amazement. Suddenly it has for the third time started to bleed from the same place but now the blood is flowing at a faster rate and as if that wasn't enough, the blood starts flowing from his right armpit.

"You defently don't need to worry about that, nothing to worry about, nothing to wo....." he starts repeating to clam himself, but even that didn't seem to do much, after all what should it do, because it's still bleeding. He runs out of the bathtub, grabs his towel and starts to clean out the blood and stop it, he has no idea how long it's going to take since he has no idea what's wrong and what's actually bleeding. As sudden as it has come, the bleeding stopped with Jack trembling in fear and checking every mm of his body to see what might have caused it. He starts to clam himself by slow breathing, and then he sits on a chair to rest down, clam his racing heart and thoughts.

He then thinks about it, "I must see a doctor he says". He grabs the phone and starts dialing.

2

"It's like the tenth time that this have happened to me, maybe a bit more, I've lost the count of it at some point. You have to believe me."

"We believe you I guess. Have you tried to check a doctor?" Asks his friend Sam

"Yes, I did a couple of times and they all said that there's nothing wrong with me physically, and if you said that it might be some kind of a magical spell, I've gone to a couple of charlatans and still no result."

"I wouldn't say such nonsense. You believe in such gibberish?" Asked Sam with a high tone expressing objection.

"It's really a dead end for me, didn't really find any other solutions."

"I think that there's someone or something harming you." Suddenly Rob started to say, "It doesn't have to be out of this world, it could or couldn't have some kind of a physical existence."

"Such nonsense" Sam objects and starts laughing.

With no much attention paid to him by either John or Rob, Rob continues "Listen, I've read a little into that. I came on a way where you could actually figure out what's going with you."

3

John returns home thinking about what Rob has said. He doesn't really believe in these kind of things, but it seemed not bad to try anyone, if it fails, not the first time, but if it works, well that would be interesting.

He sits down and starts to remember what Rob has said:

"Think of it all, when it started and how has it been going for you.
Think of all the things that has been going, every little detail would help.
Question the motives of the existence of every individual you know.
Imagine yourself being in a trial and start questioning the motives of yourself, what you wanted and what do you want from yourself.
But be ware for, it has to be solved all the way to the end, even if it's by death."

He tries to remember as much as he could, writing down some details, reading out loud some, thinking and asking in a loud voice. He goes on and on for hours. But as he thought it seems much like a dead end. He decides to write everything he remembers and every little conclusion he has come up with, it seems that he is getting a result, as he approaches what seems much like it, his heart is beating faster and faster. Finally he reaches the answer, he smiles.

A couple of seconds he hears one of the room's door moving, he has finally appeared. "It's you" He says, "Even you, myself?". He laughs back at him and starts moving towards him.