1. can't find a band-aid. (WP)

"Keep it down, Erik," she spoke lowly, "We barely cleared the house..." Her eyes bounced around the room in disgust.

At one time, the tile walls and floors were glistening; now, only a few tiles are even on the wall as the cheap glue failed to hold them. Mud and dirt were caked to the floor, and a corspe with his head propped on the toilet stared into Tiara's eyes.

Dried, almost black, blood splattered among the walls like a grotesque painting, only missing a golden frame.

"Disturbing yet beautiful at the same time..." Tiara muttered, lost in thought.

Erik was still raking through the shelves and cabinets, a bead of sweat stuck to his forehead. He grunted and stood up, rustling his hair with one hand and grasping his back with the other.

"I can't find a goddamn band-aid. How??" He looked into the mirror expecting greasy hair and a cut on his cheek only to find the glass broken. Inside, a single band-aid. Shocked, he turned back and met Tiara's eye.

"Dude, it was right in front of you."