Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24038243-20160206231445

The alarm goes off as per usual, set to 7 AM on the dot. A hand from under the covers reaches toward the alarm to turn of the alarm, which was successful. John head rises from his pillow, looking tired as usual, with eyes looking so empty. He throws the covers off of him, and gets his feet to the floor. John's wife, on the oppisite side of the bed, was still asleep, but he didn't care, she wasn't working, only there to take care of the house while he sits in an office for 6 hours. John got up and walked to the door, careful not to wake up his wife.

In the kitchen, John stared at the machine that was brewing his bitter cup of coffee, he then started to think the same old question: "why do I even bother drinking this shit, it doesn't wake me up at all." But still, the machine finishes pouring the coffee into the cup adding a few extra drops before John pulls the cup out from under the funnel, and starts adding the same old ingredients; sugar, cream, and a tad of milk then stirs it all up with a siver spoon. John lifts the cup towards his lips to take the first sip... "bitter as usual...", the bitter taste gave him a loss of appetite for breakfast which was obviously going to be toast withs some butter on it. After finishing the cup of coffee, he goes to put it in the cup in the sink, and walks back up the stairs.

John opens the door to his room, with his wfe still sleeping, but ingnoring the fact that she's still asleep to go to the restroom to clean himself. As soon as he finishes his shower, brushing his teeth and shaving, he opens his bathroom door to find his wife still sleeping. This was odd for him, because his wife always wakes up to the sound of water from the shower, "it's probably on of those days for her..." John thought to himself, he gets dressed, which was the usual suit and tie, walks over to his wife to give her a kiss on the cheek, and walks out the door.

Hours pass, John's car pulls into the driveway and parks it, he noticed another thing strange, all the lights in his house were off, when usually, the kitchen light is on, along with the living room light. "Honey, i'm home!" John shouts right after he opens the front door... nothing, he closes the front door and walks to the kitchen and turns on the lights. There was not a thing on the counter waiting for him. "Did you cook anything dear?" he shouted, but again... nothing. He started to get nervous, he stormed up the stairs and busted the door open.

John could not believe what he was looking at... his wife, still sleeping in the same position as this morning when he left for work, he ran over to her, and pulled the covers off of her, his eyes widened as tears began to run down his face. His wife, was dead, with multiple stab wounds all over her body, holding a knife in her left hand.

How did he not notice this, the entire morning not noticing the rotting smell that was coming from her, not noticing the fact that she was dead. How could this happen, he never knew of his wife being suicidal, she was happy with him, how could she do this. Then he noticed another this he didn't see, a camera, set in the right corner of the ceiling of their room. He took down the camera, which had a SD card in it, He took it out, hooked it up to his computer and investigated on what happened.

The video showed of John and his wife fighting over something yesterday, then he leaves. His wife leaves and comes back a few minutes later with a knife. "This must of been when she killed herself." John thought to himself. That was not the case, his wife just stood there, staring at the camera, with a terrifying look on her face. An hour goes by and John then sees himself burst through the door swaying to and fro as his wife quickly turns around, noticing that he was drunk. John comes closer to his wife, she goes to attack, but John punches her without warning, his wife falls to the ground dropping the knife close to John, which he picks up, his wife runs over to the bed covering herself with the sheets, but John follows and throws the covers off her, and proceeds to stab his own wife over and over and over again. After twenty stabs, John covers her up with the sheets, and gets into his side of the bed like nothing happend.

The video ends, John stares at the screen, then smiles, and then he laughs, uncontrollably laughs. He walks over to his dead wife, grabbs the knife from her brings it to his neck and quickly slits his throat where he falls to the floor, and dies with a wicked smile on his face.

  