Shower for 2

Shower for Two

One late at night in an otherwise vacant community aquatic center, there was but one lone swimmer, tirelessly training for an upcoming competition. She swam backstroke and front stroke, butterfly and freestyle, each about a hundred times back and forth in the Olympic sized pool. To the naked eye, it seemed as though she was a very talented and dedicated swimmer, but those were the last words she'd use to describe herself.

Just hours prior, this same woman was given the most unpleasant of news.

"Listen Sanders, if we don't win in the next meet, we got dropped from nationals, and when I say, "win," I mean, "first-fucking-place" levels of win. You got that?"

The stern words of her coach continued to reverberate in Amy's head as the sky grew darker, and the night grew colder. She didn't even notice the time flying by. Victory was everything, and if it meant spending a few extra hours of training daily, then so be it. Really, the problem wasn't that she was overexerting herself, Amy had some confidence in herself in that front, but rather, the thing that truly bothered her was the fact that she was the only member of her team that was training. The team just left after practice, and no one displayed the commitment to the team as Amy. It was always like that, but it never bothered Amy until that night.

'If there was just ONE other person on this damn team like me...' Amy mentally whined.

Her team wasn't bad, per say, the problem lied in the lack of discipline. All they needed was someone else who was on Amy's level, then they might remain in the finals, but reality is often disappointing.

After many hours of swimming diligently back and forth in the forsaken frigid pool, Amy finally allowed herself a break, and got out of the pool, only then realizing that she was the only one there.

"Oh, oops. Maybe I overdid it a bit..." she said out loud. "What time even is it?" Amy asked herself, glancing at the starry sky as she began her journey to the showers.

Keeping her one-piece swimsuit on, Amy passed the locker room, and into the communal shower area for woman. The lights to the locker room were off when she arrived, however, the sound of an open faucet was audible from the locker room, and only grew louder as Amy approached her destination.

"Hello? Anyone in here?" Her voice echoed in the empty room. "Hellooo?"

Only the sound of water droplets furiously crashing on tiles filled the dark, warm room. When the lights finally turned on, Amy was shocked to see that every single faucet was already open jetting out steaming hot water on the tiled floor, creating thick warm fog that enveloped the room.

"Hello?!" She cried out.

It didn't seem as though anyone was even there. Responsible people would have considered the environmental impact of leaving easily 12 shower faucets open all at once for so long, but the frosty air outside made the short walk over there feel like a hike through antarctica, and the steam enshrouding the communal shower made the air inside feel like a welcoming blanket. If they were already on for so long, then they could stand to stay on a while longer. Besides, from the looks of it, no one was around to mind, leaving Amy to wash herself off in the relaxing hot water. It was almost therapeutic bathing in such warm waters after swimming through a frigid pool for so long. Amy practically dozed off scrubbing her head and enjoying the heat, so much so that she let the bottle of shampoo in her hand fall right out.

*Slam*
*Slam*

Amy suddenly snapped out of her daze. "Hello?" She called out, trying to look around, but the fog kept her from seeing anything. It sounded like something fell from the other side of the shower. The atmosphere became tense. Not knowing if she was alone or not was unnerving her to no end.