Her breathing was shallow and shaky. She looked around in the kitchen, a knife in her right hand, ready to attack whoever was scaring her. Another sound made her jump and turn around, but nobody was there. She let out another shaky breath as she made her way over to the kitchen door. She had to find the intruder. She had to.
Slowly opening the door, she stepped into the living room. It was dark everywhere in the house and the floor made a squeaky sound. She looked around scared. She couldn't make out a shadow so she kept on slowly walking forward. There was a loud crash coming from the hallway and a really quiet curse.
There he is, she thought, the intruder. She finally reached the door to the hallway. It was closed, but light was shining through under it. She bit her lip and let out another quiet breath before she put her hand onto the handle. She turned it slowly, anticipating the moment to see the intruder.
The door opened and revealed at well lit hallway. It was only candle light, but she could see enough of the shadow to know that it was a man. She gulped and made her way out of the living room. When she saw that nobody was in the hallway she chuckled. She was so paranoid.
She turned on the light and walked back into the living room. So maybe she thought there was an intruder - she really was paranoid and her husband wasn't home, so she was allowed to be. She walked back into the kitchen and opened the fridge. After she had grabbed the water bottle, she sat onto the kitchen counter.
She slowly drank some of the water. Suddenly two arms snaked around her waist. Thinking it was her husband, she smiled and leaned back. She's been paranoid already, so there was no need to be anymore. She just knew it was her husband.
But why did that body feel so different from her husband's? Why did his hands feel so… different? Why were they slowly wrapping around her throat? Why were they suddenly strangling her? She grabbed the knife and wanted to cut the person behind her, but they only grabbed her hand and took the knife from her.
Then everything happened in slow motion. A knife was being stuffed into her back and someone hit the back of her head with something. She screamed out and fell out of the chair she was sitting on. She couldn't see the person standing over her clearly, but she knew that the person was familiar to her - it wasn't her husband though.
She saw it coming - she knew she was going to die. Grabbing her stomach, she cried. She cried for her mother who was going to be destroyed after this. She cried for her husband who would blame himself for the rest of his life. She cried for her friends and family who were going to miss her like crazy. And she cried for the unborn baby that would die with her tonight.
The light was coming nearer and she was already reaching for it. Suddenly, she felt like letting go was the right thing to do. And she did. She didn't fight anymore. She slowly let go off her stomach and of her life. And with that, she left a mystery to the life after her. She left a world that would fill with drama once she left - which she just did.
Alex Grey died that night - murdered by someone she knew but couldn't make out who. The one who found her was her own husband. And it was also her own husband who was then blamed to have murdered his own wife whom he loved deeply and dearly. And that's where it all started.
Yeah, I know, new story again -.- But My Sister's Boyfriend will be done soon and this idea popped into my head after I read the newspaper and I just had to write it now, I knew I'd forget it soon if I didn't. Well, tell me if you liked it - preferable in a review :P I kinda like it and I have the plot already so... yeah, make me happy and review, please :D