There wasn't much left for me to do, as I looked at her while she tried to hold onto whatever was left. As she struggled to breathe, her eyes widened and she tried to scream for help. My hands were bound and I could not free myself. I could only watch, just as in life. I was the audience for every horror that occurred. An unknown figure was in front of her, holding her nimble neck with two hands. And again, I could only watch what was happening. Tears endlessly fell as I screamed, not able to do anything else but listen as laughter was heard around me.
I thought that time would be different when I found happiness through her eyes and when I had something I could look forward to every day.
And to this day, I am nothing but the husk of what was left of her. There was nothing that could drag me through this world. I could only feel my own blood turning cold as I myself struggled to breathe, hoping my fragile bones would be buried next to hers.
