The emptiness was the worst thing. Sitting in the middle of the floor staring at the bare walls, immersed in guilt and shame – scratching, cutting, tearing – clawing chunks of flesh from his mutilated body. Trying to find something real below the surface. He ripped at the raw meat that used to be his arm, looking for some hint of humanity, but found nothing underneath. The man he used to be was long gone.
Daily Prompt: Immerse