The Closet Painters

<p class=ql-align-justify> <span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I went to bed but I woke up in the middle of the night with a feeling of dread. I adjusted my pillow wondering if it had been a bad dream. Dark depression is the only way I can explain the intense discomfort I was feeling. My peace and joy were gone.</span></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>     I decided to get up so I turned over in my bed.</span></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>     If I can't have you no one can! Chloe screamed and sank a knife into my groin.</span></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>     The pain was excruciating; I rolled out of bed to get away from her. When I hit the floor she raised the knife and flung herself at me again.</span></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>      I grabbed her hair and pulled her down to the floor but she managed to slash my arm.</span></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>      Blood spurted everywhere. I felt like I was going to pass out so I grabbed her arm and pulled one more time. Her scream was deafening; I knew I had cut her.</span></p><p class=ql-align-justify><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>       I was fading out of consciousness and I thought I heard someone else in the apartment. I saw a man standing over me but I knew I was dying.</span></p><p></p>