She reaches into the medicine cabinet, and grabs a large bottle of pills. She dumps four or five into her hand, and swallows them with a glass of water. "I'm home!" Her husband calls, as he walks through the front door. She quickly puts the cap back on, and shoves the pills back on one of the shelves. "What are you doing?" He asks, as he steps into the bathroom. "Oh," she replies, "I'm just...just...check-checking my hair." Oh, well, uh, okay then." Soon after, they both head into the kitchen, and sit at the table with their previously cooked meal. "Lyndsie," he said sternly, "I found THESE in the medicine cabinet." He pulls out the empty bottle of pills. "Care to explain?" She remains quiet. " I don't know if I can trust you anymore, Lyndsie! Your supposed to tell me these things!" "But Tom, you don't understand!" She says. "No, YOU don't understand! You're practicly killing yourself!" He yells, as he grabs her wrists and forces her against the wall. Then, he strikes her across the face, and leaves her with a black eye, crying in the corner. "I'll be back tomorrow." He warns, then leaves. She picks up the phone, and dials a number. "Rachel?" She says with a shaky voice. "Can you come over?" "Why? Is everything okay? N-nevermind, I'll be be there in a sec." Time passes, then the doorbell rings. She answers the door. "Sorry, I came over as quickly as I-OH MY GOD! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR EYE!" "It's a long story." She responds They take a seat at the kitchen table and sip their cold coffee, as she explains what happend. "Well, why would you need anti-depressants? I thought you were perfectly happy?" Her friend says. "Well...I-" suddenly her eyes roll in the back of her head, and she drops to the floor. Then, it seems as if her whole body is viberating. "Oh my god! You're having a cesiure!" Rachel picks up the phone and dials 911.



The next morning, Tom arrives at the hospital. He lets out a big sigh, and walks through the door of room 242. "Is she okay?" He asks Rachel. "The doctor says she doesn't have very long." She replies sadly. He walks over to his beloved wife, lying in the hospital bed. Her eyes are closed, but her husband knows she can hear him inside. "Lyndsie," he says as a tear falls on her cheek from his light blue eyes, " I love you SO much, and I always have." He kneels down beside her. " I want you to ALWAYS remeber me, no matter what. I understand what you've been going through, and I'm sorry about last night..." She slowly opens her eyes, puts a hand on his cheek, and whispers, " I-I love you too..." then shuts her eyes, and drops her hand. All is followed by a strong BBBBEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPP of the heart-rate machine. "She's gone."