She stood, hands rinsed in blood, gazing at me with her innocent gray eyes. I took a step back, apprehensive as I did not know where the stairs would appear. One false step and I would end up like Sara.

She lay on the ground, in the background of the scene, head tilted away in my perspective.

I choked back a sob. "Eden," my tongue was on the edge of a scream. Maybe if I alarm the neighbors they could uncover my body.

I cursed my mind of its cynical thoughts, and focused on the grin-wearing girl I stood in front of. The bathroom tiled floor began to soak in crimson, some reaching the tan carpet, transforming it.

"I love you."

"No you don't."

Her face grew dark. She clutched her fist. The rage of this magnitude from the girl that asked if I could state her order to the waiter at restaurants and at the movie theaters shocking me even more than my fiancé's condition.

The air was still. I felt a drip of sweat fall down my neck. And in an instant, she forced me backwards, my body attempting the flop forward on my stomach knowing the steep grave I may encounter. I grasped her arms in desperation. She tumbled onto my chest, a shriek erupting from her. We collided into the railing.

We sat entangled, before I struggled to find liberation and the exit out my home. She pursued after me when I trampled the delicate flowers once planted lovingly around the outskirts of my lawn.

I reached the adjacent house to my mine, banging on the door met with silence. I pled to be let in while I heard steady footstep behind me.

"You really shouldn't have left the key underneath the pot. Someone could've found it."