Ten years later...…
"Honey I'm home." I shouted as soon as I opened the door to our apartment.
I closed the door and hung my bag and threw my car keys on the counter.
"Babe?" I called but got no answer making me frown as I walked to the kitchen but found no one just like the living room.
I went upstairs to our room but found no one as well which was strange because he had told me he was at home. As I was lost in my thoughts, my eyes trailed down to my arm to the almost invisible scar on my wrist and I sighed as I remembered a memory.
*Flashback*
I couldn't move as I watched blood all over, I wanted to call for help but it was as if my voice was no longer with me.
I saw Rachel ran to his body while a thought continued to repeat itself in my head.
'He might die.' I thought.
'He might really die.' I continued to think until my breathing started to turn shallow.
