It all happen on February 15th when Fred woke up. Climbing out of bed,
he saw his wife starring at him, her eyes are bloody red. She seemed
dead. He lifted off the sheets from the bed and saw her, her stomach
wide open, her guts and heart sliced apart, her blood dripping from her
skin. He went into a deep state of fear**. He was frightened and
thinking about what to do, he couldn’t even remember what he did last
night on Valentine's day. He thought perhaps he had been drunk or high
on some kind of drug that prevented him remembering what he’d done.
"Did
I kill my wife? Was my wife bitching at me, that it made me crazy and
that I f*****g slice her stomach wide open? I don't know what I did."
He thought to himself as he sat on the bed starring at his window.
Fred
saw a video recorder still on. He hit play the machine, just to see
what he did last night on Valentine's day. It showed him having a
wonderful time with his wife. He was drinking. He told her "I love
you". He saw a knife in his room, watching as he picked up the knife
while he slow danced with her. He sliced her stomach wide open,
grabbing her heart and slicing it like a broken heart. Fred started to
cry when he looked at the tape. His heart was broken. He couldn't
believe that was his Valentine's day. Killing his lovely wife on
Valentine's day. He thought about turning himself in to the police or
killing himself. He would rather kill himself. He was in a lot of pain.
He saw a knife on his bed. He cut his stomach wide open too, so that he
can be in hell where he belongs for what he did, while his wife will be
in heaven with red roses around her.
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