Newlydeads

My new husband is in the bathroom. 
“Almost done, honey?” I ask, waiting for him in the bed.
“Just a minute, dear,” he replies.
I smile. “Can’t believe it’s finally our wedding night,” I say.
“Me neither,” he replies.
I pause for a second.
“How’s your crazy ex?” I ask.
“What about her?” he replies.
“Oh, you know. All the crazy threats she made before the wedding. What could she be up to now?”
“How would I know?” he asks.
I hear the cabinet door below the sink creak open.
“Sweet Jesus,” my husband mutters.
I ignore him. “She sounded really angry. I think she thought she was the only one for you.”
My husband doesn’t respond.
“Threatened to kill us with a knife and everything… don’t you remember?” I ask.
Still no response.
“Maybe you just blotted it out. Hell, I don’t blame you. Crazies like that should be in jail, is all I’m saying.”
I hear something dripping on the floor.
“Honey? Hello? Did you fall asleep?” I ask, annoyed.
I hear someone chuckle in the bathroom.
It doesn't sound like my husband, though.
And blood is leaking from under the door.
The bathroom door creaks open. My husband’s ex is standing in the bathroom, leering at me. She’s holding a blood-drenched knife in her hand. The cabinet under the sink is open- she must have been hiding under there the whole time.
My husband is sitting on the toilet. All his skin’s been ripped off and he’s been stabbed dozens of times. Both his eyes have been gouged out and his jaw is dangling from his head.
“Sweet Jesus,” I whisper.
My husband’s ex comes over to me with the knife in her hand. I’m too scared to move. She raises the knife in the air and brings it down, right in my heart. Everything goes black.
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