Bleeding Out

The bath salts caused the fresh engravings on her wrist to start burning again, like how embers in a log continue to smolder after the fire has been extinguished.
Her eyelids slipped down, the blinds cutting off her vision. Chemical-slicked skin slid down the bathtub wall until all but her nose was submerged beneath of the water. The pressure building in her ears made it difficult to breathe. The longer she stayed under, the deeper, more shallow her breaths became.
When she rose, she noticed the water had turned a light red colour; undoubtedly a result of her hair dye bleeding.
Curious, she immersed herself again. She focused on the sensations that whispered to her body, then came to a poignant conclusion: I wonder if this is what it feels like to bleed out? she grimly pondered.