I enter my room and see my husband and my sister. They were hand and hand, lips connected. I remember when we used to do that. When he looked at me like I was his only, Like I was all that was important, like I was his. Memories of those good times started to flash as dreams began to crash. Then… I saw it, only it. I saw red. I saw red until next thing I know my sister was on the ground covered in blood and my hands were around his throat. My hands were around his now cold… limp throat, I couldn’t help myself from crying. My tears slowly falling down my check on to his body. What have I done. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry please babe wake up… WAKE UP!” I couldn’t help the screams from coming out, I felt saddened by my actions, but some part of me felt satisfied. I gave him nothing but my love and I would give my life for him, but if he wouldn’t love me, he wasn’t going to love anyone.