Disclaimers: I don't own Saw or any of the characters.

Other: Okay, here's chapter four! It's kind of short, and not the best, but the content is pretty necessary for the future. Either way, I hope you enjoy it to the best of your abilities, and look forward to the next one. ;) I said that this one would be interesting, but I guess I lied. D: Because I realized that this had to happen before anything interesting could occur. SO, sorry for the disappointment, haha.

The darkness was suffocating: a huge, heavy, inky blackness that consumed his entire body, pouring into his lungs, covering his eyes with its thick hands, and molesting his soul with cold fear. It attacked at his mind, numbing it with shock and pained confusion before hurling into a terrifying whirlwind of panic and random claustrophobia. It may seem strange that he felt claustrophobic in this rather spacious and empty bathroom of utter darkness, but he did. He felt like the darkness was crushing him. Adam curled into a tight, shaking ball in order that he might create a false sense of security for himself. Blood gushed from his shoulder, pain eating away at the upper half of his body. Everything hurt; emotionally and physically. He didn't know if Lawrence would come back for him…If he even made it out of the house to begin with. Who knows? Jigsaw might find and kill him along the way. A hoarse, choked sob clawed its way out from Adam's throat, raw from all the screaming he'd done earlier, the crying and the begging. In the distance, he could hear croak-like laughing. He couldn't tell where it was coming from. It could be from outside the bathroom, inside, or even right behind him; it was impossible to tell.

'Adam…Adam Faulkner…'

The young voyeur lunged forward on his mattress, his bare, sweaty chest heaving as he forced his lungs to drag in more air. His bangs were matted to his forehead, his cheeks and neck flushed, trembling all over. It was nightmares like these that caused him to stay awake at night. He didn't want to re-live what had happened two years ago. It was too much.

His speeding heart began to slow, and he worked on relaxing his body. According to his cell phone, it was six in the morning. Adam rolled off of the mattress and stumbled out of the bedroom, heading over to the bathroom. The sweat had begun to dry on his body, and a shower was much needed.

Every light was on, as usual. He never went to bed with them off, for obvious reasons. Despite the waste of electricity, the nightmares were not kept at bay.

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Lawrence finally closed his medical journal, setting it aside. His head was pounding from reading the difficult passage for the past six hours. He had a new patient, and the tumor in his brain was rather strange looking, so Lawrence thought it'd be best if he refreshed his memory on that type of tumor. Diana had been tucked in hours ago, and was sound asleep.

Unfortunately, Allison was still awake, and glaring at him from their bed. Once again, she was angry at him. She claimed that he wasn't spending enough time with her and Diana. Which was ridiculous; he had a demanding job, and if she wanted to keep their expensive apartment and have food to put on the table, then he had to continue working. He enjoyed his job. Sure, sometimes he was at the hospital all day, and didn't come home until late, but he always made up for it. He always bought presents for Diana, brought her to amusement parks, zoos, and fun restaurants whenever he had time.

Allison had always been kind of selfish and spoiled. She'd been pampered as a child and had always gotten what she'd wanted. She wanted time with Lawrence, but at the moment, he couldn't give that to her. So, naturally, she was having a temper tantrum.

"I've been thinking – " Lawrence began.

"Oh, have you now?" Allison said sarcastically. Lawrence shut his mouth and looked at her patiently, waiting for her to quiet. Her jaw set, Allison eventually settled back down against her pillows.

"I've been thinking that maybe we should take a break from one another," the oncologist admitted. His wife simply stared at him, as if waiting for him to continue. He licked his lips, looking down at the book in his lap.

"All we've been doing for…for years now…is fight. We fight about everything. I'll glance over at you, and you'll start an argument, insisting that I gave you a dirty look. You hate my work schedule, and I love my job. Maybe it's time we leave each other for a while. You know, you and Diana could go stay with your mother for a couple of months, and I'll stay here," Lawrence continued.

It was only fair that he'd keep the apartment; he'd paid for it. Not to mention that it was so expensive that Allison would never be able to continue paying for it. She was a stay-at-home mom. She'd have to get a serious job, and who would watch Diana? So she'd just have to live with her mother.

"I think you just want me out of your life so that you're free to screw with any woman you want. You're at 'work' so often that we're always taking a 'break' from one another. It's always been just me and Diana. So what you're saying is that you want me to move out, taking our child with us so you don't have to worry about anything, and then eventually divorce me," Allison said, her voice gradually rising.

"This is exactly what I'm talking about. You're assuming things, as usual. I have never cheated on you, ever. I'm not going to fall into your trap. The stupidity of what you just said is obviously bait. You're looking for a fight, and I'm not going to give you one. I never said anything about a divorce, but yes, the idea has come across my mind. I don't think we're as happy together as we used to be. I do love Diana, and I'd want a fair share of custody over her, but obviously you'd want to keep her, because she's your daughter, and you gave birth to her. I'd pay child support, you know that," Lawrence explained, fighting to keep his voice calm. Once you start yelling at Allison, it turns into a screaming match. And he wasn't in the mood for it.

"Whatever, Lawrence, you want a divorce? Fine, you've got yourself a divorce. I can do so much better. I'll find myself a man who will actually care about me and spend time with me," Allison shouted, on the verge of tears. She got out of bed and stormed to their door.

"Honey, I do care about you. But look how things have been between us. Maybe marriage counseling – "

"Lawrence, enough. I'm not going to humiliate myself by attending counseling. We'll talk about this some other time. But for now, I think it's safe to say that our marriage is coming to an end, correct? Now, may I ask one favor of you?" she said, her voice quivering.

Guilt clenched at Lawrence's heart. He felt terrible for making his beautiful wife cry. But it was the truth; their marriage had been spiraling down the drain for years now. She really was a kind, sweet woman, and she was very good to Diana. But Allison was simply under a lot of stress right now, and ever since being held hostage in their own apartment, she'd been suspicious, jumpy, and controlling. And Lawrence couldn't handle it anymore. It was time to break it off, try staying away from one another.

"Alright," Lawrence agreed quietly.

"Could you just…leave? I'll spend the day packing with Diana. We'll begin moving some of our stuff out. I'll have my father drive over, and he can help transport everything. But I don't want you here while this is taking place. It'll just make things worse, and Diana won't understand. I know it's your day off, and you'll want to relax, and I'm sorry, but…"

"It'll just make things easier. I understand," Lawrence interrupted, nodding. He stood up and went over to her, taking her into his arms. They hugged for a long time, her tears spilling onto his shirt. When he stepped away, she leaned up and kissed him.

The kiss would've continued for quite a while; she'd turned it into a passionate session. But a vibration in Lawrence's pocket broke the moment, and he pulled his cell phone out.

Unknown number: Go get a cheese pizza, sum Godiva choc., 28 Days Later, & a case of beer. None of that gross shit, either. Get Budweiser. Hurry up.

Lawrence grinned. There was only one person who'd send a request like that. His soon to be ex-wife glanced at the phone.

"What?" she asked, noticing his grin. "Who is that?"

"Adam Faulkner," he answered with a chuckle, pocketing his phone. She blinked, surprised.

"You mean that kid who was…you know," the blonde asked. Lawrence nodded. With a last good bye, Lawrence grabbed his wallet and car keys, and left his apartment.

It was time to try and make things right.

So, I didn't go into detail when it came to Lawrence and Allison's kiss, because I hate her, and I don't want to ruin the first romantic scene of this story by making it happen between those two. -_- Anyway, I know this chapter wasn't very good, but please review, and I promise an excellent chapter five. :) Thanks for reading!

P.S. : 28 Days Later is a really good movie. :D Check it out.