The banging on the door had started back up, seemingly louder this time and I was still alone. She still hadn't gotten here and it had been at least double the time it should've taken her. She was probably dead. He had probably killed her the moment she stepped onto the property. Psychic my ass. All she had really done was tell me my husband wasn't himself anymore and then charged me 600 bucks. At the same time, it would've been nice to have someone, anyone else with me to suffer with me through this ordeal. I took no pride in the knowledge that I didn't care if they suffered death alongside me as well.

The banging, though obviously and deliberately louder than it had been previously, was not breaking the flimsy bathroom door at all. I knew this was also deliberate. James, or whatever James had become, was not doing this in an effort to get to me, at least not immediately. The deafening noise that didn't leave a trace of evidence except for the painful ringing in my ears was created to upset me and drive me insane.
My mind raced back to the day before our wedding. He had been acting strangely and I was concerned he was getting cold feet. The nature of our relationship had always been an open and communicative one.
No matter what, I had wanted to always stick by my husband. Unfortunately, he was making it hard as hell to do that.

The wedding had been beautiful, my mother had insisted on paying for the massive amount of flowers she had also insisted upon us having. James' father had splurged for the open bar with the nicer brands of liquor, which of course, only served to exacerbate his underlying issues with alcohol. Other than that, the wedding had been the best day of my life. The stylist had somehow found a way to make my thin, light brown hair look gorgeous with intricate braids and soft, angelic curls. James had been so excited to see me look so confident and happy that day, walking down the aisle towards him on the arm of my older brother and thoughts of my deceased father in the back of my mind.

James' change had been so sudden that I wasn't sure if I had done something wrong to trigger it or if it had been entirely something within him that changed. I didn't want to believe it was my fault, who would want to believe that?

"Kim? Kim sweetie, please come out! It's me, it's James! Why are you hiding?" It sounded like he was almost in tears and for a moment, it tugged at my heart strings. I couldn't give in. I couldn't believe anymore that it was James, my beloved. My husband. James was gone.