Decked up in fine jewelry, she waits as the hours ticked by.
Her wedding day.
Yet, there was a deep fear inside her.
Her heart was working overtime today.
Beating faster than usual, with a foreboding that made her beautifully made up face cringe.
Everything was so perfect.
More perfect than the most perfect rose.
Hence the premonition.
She is waiting at the altar, coyly timid more from fear than from anticipation for the new life ahead.
Time to go.
Faces she lived with all her life, fading.
Tearful eyes of a parent-hood unmatched in its depth of love.
She is in her new room.
That feeling is amplified. Dread.
He enters. He doesn’t look happy.
Anger! Indignation! Rage!
Hanging on to them.
Scratching them to bleed.
Not letting them die.
Keeping his past alive.
A young life destroyed.
A million dreams shattered.
A healthy mind made insane.
Period. Black. The end.
PS: She doesn’t die, she becomes insane.