Eyes closed, soul aching, trying to fight her demons but knows defeat is the only outcome. Tears slowly drip from her face and hands clench the counter. She inhales and gives out a long exhale then looks to the right. There's a brand new knife set she is admiring, mesmerized by the sharp edges. The background music playing from the living room is eerie giving off a perfect creepy vibe that is disturbingly soothing to her. Her husband is sitting in his recliner as he always does after a long day of work and she can hear him laughing at his favorite late night comedy sitcom. She maneuvers to the knife set, opens the case and glares at the shine of the largest one she has chosen for her mark. "Honey, can you grab my drink," her s/o exclaims. "Of course my love," she responds. She grabs a beer out of the fridge, knife still clenched tight in one hand and moves towards the living room. The recliner is facing away from the kitchen so she hands him the beer from behind. He opens it, tosses the cap on the floor and lifts the bottle up to his perched lips. Before he can get in a sip, his "lovely" wife brings her arms around his neck and with a firm sharp press against his throat she smiles and slices through. She tells him she loved him but the hurt she could bare no more. "You made me kill my baby, I couldn't have my fairytale life, you manipulated me, you took away my hopes, I am dead and walking. But you will be dead and beneath me with maggots, may you rot my love. I'll see you soon in hell."
