642 Things to Write About

Prompt: Put your iPod on random shuffle, write down the lyric of the first song that comes on, and use it as an opening line.

"Everything in its right place," he muttered, his knuckles bloody, fingers wound around a bleach-soaked cloth. Seven hundred strokes, he'd counted. Seven hundred was better than six hundred. Safer. 

Now that the sink was pure,he could begin washing his hands. One, two, three, he counted. The scalding water cut its way through the cracks in his skin like so many glass shards embedding themselves in his raw flesh.

Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen...