On a cool January night, in a quiet city, on a dark empty street, sirens rang at approximately 120 decibels. In a dimly lit motel room, a woman became a prisoner of herself, sunken in a white, porcelain bathtub, surrounded by her sanguine fluid. Her naked and pale body laying shameless underneath it all. It's terrifying to think that that woman could be your mother, or your daughter, your wife, or your girlfriend, your best friend, or your role model, but she was that of someone's.