A young lady looking in her twenties sitting in an abandoned building, the walls have holes, some have cracks while others are broken down, it's dusty, dirty and not alot of room to move around in since she's in a wheelchair. She was involved in a car accident not so long ago and was suppose to meet up with Phil he chose this location...but he hates dirty places...

Bubbles her best pet snuggles even closer to her stomach making her giggle and Kristen walks in. She appears to be in her late twenties with her black silky hair and perfect body structure, the red dress she wore fitted her like a glove. The young lady keeps her head down and continue patting bubbles. Kristen circles around her and finally comes forward to pat bubbles, and she reacts with a fierce growl while the owner holds her down. Bubbles always did that and she still doesn't know why.

The nosies of busy cars outside fill the room and the injured woman felt the room get smaller. Kristen stood behind her and slightly leans forward.

"Bubbles really likes you. I never understood how someone could love a washed up material like you...

She removes the strands of hair dangling on her face and pats her shoulder repeatedly whispering in her ear.

"I'm getting married sister, do you wish to know who my husband is?... It's Phil."

"What are you talking about?! He'd never do that to me!"

She shook her head in disbelief refusing to believe what she had heard.

"Did you think Phil would love a washed up thing like you?!!! You don't deserve him and neither do you deserve to live!!!"

She roughly pushed her head to the side and all she could do was silently look down not being able to do a thing letting her tears fall. She believed that Phil would never do that to her, she doesn't completely trust him, he was acting strange before her accident.

But she still had some faith.

"Phil would never do that to me... he loves me."

"Hurry up so we can leave Kristen, you know I hate filthy places."

Her head quickly turned to the door and upon seeing the handsome man that she called her boyfriend stand tall with his back facing away from her. He wore his usual office attire. She still believed that Kristen was lying and that he could tell her the truth she knew what Kristen just said was a lie. Just as she braced herself to ask him, Kristen walked up to him and hooked her hand around his, pressing herself close to him. Seeing Kristen's sudden move the words she had all died in her mouth.

"Phil... p-please tell me it's a lie. You two are no-t... married... right?"

After a few seconds of silence what she feared actually happened. He betrayed her, he never saw her worth anything.

"Hunny don't you want to say something to her, she is your sister, after all."

Hunny? That word rang in her ears like a bell. She couldn't believe her eyes when she saw Kristen hold Phil's hand. She felt her heart break into a thousand pieces.

"Phil... Why would you do this to me?"

"Make this quick, we need to go meet up with Grandma and Grandpa, we don't have time for worthless matters, you'll find me in the car."

"Okay, Okay let me say goodbye first."

Phil leaves the room and that's when she felt her heart stop, her heart had been ripped out leaving a hallow space inside her. Kristen walks up to her revealing her cold smile.

"See that sister, he can't even spare you one glance, but don't worry yourself I'll take good care of him. You can rest well in hell."

Kristen walks down in a rush and puts an unknown object by the side door without being seen by the heartbroken girl. She let's her tears fall and no matter how hard she tried to stop them telling herself that everything will be fine, the more they keep on falling.

Down the building both Kristen and Phil advise there men to burn down the place.

"Did you make sure to leave the smoke gas inside. The faster the better."

"Hunny you don't have to worry, I always do a clean job."

Phil smiles in satisfaction and holds Kristen's waist as he leads her to the passenger seat as he trails his hand down kissing her wedding ring.

After feeling completely drained she decides to go back to the hospital when suddenly bubbles runs off leaving her behind and she screams for her to come back. She smells an odd, overwhelming odour. She tries moving her wheelchair feeling like a prey in an open field, however her wheelchair refuses to move. She bangs on the wheels repeatedly but all of her efforts are in vain.

The smell keeps on getting stronger and she notices that the temperature of the room got higher. She keeps quite for a while and hears the sound of something burning. That's where it all clicks the strong odour and stuck wheels.

THEY PLAN ON KILLING HER!!!

She tried standing up but fell on the spot. Her legs were paralyzed for the time being so she could not run out she felt the room get smaller and smaller. When she had reached the front of the door, a broken boulder collapsed on her lower body as her screams for help filled the room. The air became thick to a point where her lungs felt like exploding. The fire had not even reached her when she started coughing out blood her lungs could no longer take the black clouds of smoke which made the room look like the dark night.

She could no longer take the pain, betrayal, and anger that she felt in her heart, if she could turn it all back, if she could just do it she would change all that happened and avenge herself. All that looked down on her would live to regret it