The Knight ( Chapter 3 )

"Stop it, Heather! I beg you, stop it! " 

"No! I won't! You tried to stab us with your butcher knife! You are harming us! Get lost! " 

"No, Heather, I wasn't. You are just hallucinating! Now, stop it Heath." 

"Never! With this axe, I'll send them to heaven! They won't have to suffer anymore! " 

"Please, Heather... I beg you... Stop it..." 

Mark was down on his knees, tearfully begging his psychiatric wife from killing their 2 beloved childern. She had not been taking her pills lately and nothing seemed to soothe her nerves. Heather dashed an "X" on her body with the axe she was carrying. Red blood came running out and seeping through her white night gown. Her hair was messed with berserkness and she practically tore herself apart. She chopped down all her fingers on her left hand without hesitation. She banged on them on the chopping board as if they were chicken fingers. She let out a wild scream. A very wild scream indeed, and plunged the axe's eye into her stomach. She left herself to die in the corner of the room. 

Mark and his children were motionless. His beloved wife and their beloved mother had just committed cruel and painful suicide which no sane person on Earth could bear. Tears rolled down Mark's eyes, and he did not even have the strength to cry. He weeped, and kneeled down, with the utmost sadness filling his heart. Petrified he was, and will he be for the rest of his life. Bearing the pain of losing the one he loved most, it was like the end of the world to him. His children, all still very young in age, did not move, but instead, kept wondering to themselves what their mother just did. 

The neighbour's, upon hearing the rage, came to the small apartment to see. All the reaction from the women were crying of fear. They did not even dare to see it for a longer time. The men plucked up their courage to show their wives that they dare to see whatever situation there was, but this, is simply too horrible for even a nightmare. 

Nobody dared to enter the apartment. 

Nobody. 

Not even the rescuers. 

Not even the doctors. 

Not even the Superintendent himself. 

No post morterm was done. All of what happened was based plainly on Mark's word of mouth. His children were brought to the orphanage for their father, Mark, has gone completely insane himself. Mark was brought to the central asylum with a low level of insanity. He was in a dumb state, and that's about it. But even so, doctors say that he has the symptom of an instant rage and wildness, which will come on anytime. 

The apartment, left alone, empty. 

Empty. 

Empty, with a body, of Heather. 

Heather Drew.