Untitled Short Story

"I'm so sorry, but I have to do this for both of us. Goodbye," she sobbed. Then she slowly pointed the gun, and pulled the trigger. It went off and the shot echoed through the small bedroom. The woman lay dead on the floor. Her husband rushed over to her and held her in his arms, crying softly. He sat there holding her for an hour, letting his mind go blank. He finally laid her back down on the floor and got up. He saw the gun lying on the floor and picked it up. He looked at his dead wife, then at the gun. He put it to his head and pulled the trigger. Click. He opened his eyes. She had only put one bullet in the gun.

He stumbled into the kitchen and called the police. They arrived quickly and began to ask questions. He was getting confused, there were too many questions, too many.

"STOP!! Stop it." And with that he ran out of the house and jumped into his battered truck. He backed out of the long driveway slamming into a tree. The police rushed out to find him slumped over the steering wheel, unconscious. The paramedics got him into the ambulance and rushed him to the hospital. On the way there, the man regained consciousness. His head hurt and he didn't know where he was because he couldn't see. He tried to get up but he couldn't. He heard someone saying his name. He slowly remembered the events of the past few hours. He had started drinking, then the argument. He didn't mean to hit her, but he was drunk. Then he remembered her running into the bedroom. He staggered after her, only to find her with his gun. He started yelling at her, telling her she was stupid and she didn't have the guts. But then she said her last words and pulled the trigger. BOOM. He was jolted out of his thought by a large bump in the road.

The ambulance slowed down and turned a corner. It regained speed then came to a sudden halt. He could hear the back doors opening and felt his stretcher lifted out. He didn't hurt anymore but he still couldn't see. He wondered why he didn't hear voices. He could feel the cold air and started to shiver. After being pushed into what seemed to be a building, a blindfold was taken off his eyes. He squinted to see where he was, but the lights were too bright. After he could finally see, he looked around the room he was in. It was bare of furniture and had concrete walls and floor. On the ceiling were chains. He saw a metal door. He looked down and the stretcher was gone. He walked around the large room and saw an assortment of whips, chains, and other weapons. He spun around at the sound of the door shutting. He saw a man standing there. The man started walking toward him. He was talking but it was jumbled. Then, the man was gone. He blinked his eyes, but there was no one there. He noticed a strange odor and looked down. There was a liquid starting to cover the floor. In a flash, the whole room was an inferno. He shut his eyes and could feel his body burning and the agonizing pain. He screamed, but the fire only got bigger. He opened his eyes and saw his wife standing in front of him. She asked him why he hit her, why he drove her to death. He stared on in shock, as his body burned. She started to cry, still asking why he hit her. He closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the man was there. He screamed again, but the man just raised a gun and BZZZZZZZZZZZ.

He jolted awake at the sound of the alarm clock. He looked around his small bedroom and at his wife lying beside him. She was sleeping yet, and he could see the bruises he had given her. He started to cry. He sat there looking at his wife and crying. After a little while, he got dressed, kissed his sleeping wife and said he was sorry. She looked so peaceful. He quietly left the house and drove to the police station to turn himself in.