re she was able to think it twice she took his pistol turned around and shot
the "bastard". "BAM BAM!" Marie screamed. She took his cigarettes and began smoking one of them. She had never smoked before in her life, but she began with no problem. Her husband, still struggling to survive and say his last words took one last glimpse at her. His eyes opened in terror, his brows scrunched up and the crookedness of his wrinkles took a new shape. He took in his last breath and let out a soft sigh. The reflection of Marie in his eyes showed a monster he had never before seen. The stiff expression remained on his face even after he died. Marie then let her dress fall elegantly on the ground. She slowly dragged her body to the bathroom and laid in the tub. She turned on the hot water, only the hot water, and waited. She didn't know what she waited for, but she kept waiting even after the scorching hot water had burned her. She closed her lids and fell asleep. When her youngest child came from school, he found his house had flooded. His older brother, Justin, made his way to where the water was coming from. He shortly found his father on the bed, dead with an expression like no other on his face. Panicked, he ran to the bathroom and shut himself inside. He hadn't noticed the over flowing tub, but when he looked in the mirror it was cracked. However, Justin could still make out a dim reflection since the lights were all off. He wasn't sure about what he saw, but he didn't want to be right. As he backed off against the wall he accidentally hit the switch and the light that automatically went on, burned his eyes. He turned his head towards the overflowing tub. A black curtain dropped in front of his eyes, but the last image he could recall was a tub full of blood with an arm sticking out. The hand was holding a cigarette. He has watched the cigarette fall to the floor and as it hit the floor, darkness absorbed his vision.
the "bastard". "BAM BAM!" Marie screamed. She took his cigarettes and began smoking one of them. She had never smoked before in her life, but she began with no problem. Her husband, still struggling to survive and say his last words took one last glimpse at her. His eyes opened in terror, his brows scrunched up and the crookedness of his wrinkles took a new shape. He took in his last breath and let out a soft sigh. The reflection of Marie in his eyes showed a monster he had never before seen. The stiff expression remained on his face even after he died. Marie then let her dress fall elegantly on the ground. She slowly dragged her body to the bathroom and laid in the tub. She turned on the hot water, only the hot water, and waited. She didn't know what she waited for, but she kept waiting even after the scorching hot water had burned her. She closed her lids and fell asleep. When her youngest child came from school, he found his house had flooded. His older brother, Justin, made his way to where the water was coming from. He shortly found his father on the bed, dead with an expression like no other on his face. Panicked, he ran to the bathroom and shut himself inside. He hadn't noticed the over flowing tub, but when he looked in the mirror it was cracked. However, Justin could still make out a dim reflection since the lights were all off. He wasn't sure about what he saw, but he didn't want to be right. As he backed off against the wall he accidentally hit the switch and the light that automatically went on, burned his eyes. He turned his head towards the overflowing tub. A black curtain dropped in front of his eyes, but the last image he could recall was a tub full of blood with an arm sticking out. The hand was holding a cigarette. He has watched the cigarette fall to the floor and as it hit the floor, darkness absorbed his vision.
