I got out of her room and went to my study to get a drink. I couldn't stay in that room any longer as the doctors inspected her body like she wasn't even alive anymore.

After having a single drink, I stopped. Drinking made me irrational, and monstrous. I went to the bathroom and took a shower washing her blood off my body. This was the first time, I hated the sight of blood covering my hands. It belonged to her. It was her innocent blood.

After six fucking hours or so, our ...