Tuesday 17th May 2016

Dear Diary,

If it wasn't for my husband , I would not be in this position. His moody self got me in this mess. Why did I choose him? Why? I could just blurt the incident out. The old butcher , Sam is curios. Why does he keep asking about my husband instead of me , when I'm standing right in front of him. I've always gone to Sam abut my problems , could I say what happened? Perhaps not, I cannot trust a person who I haven't talk to in ages. The dull music on Sam's radio in the background reminded me of the good memories with Mr Maloney , my husband.

SLAM! Sam's meat slammed on the counter and awoke me from my daydreaming. I did not realise that he was talking about his memories with his wife , Juliane. She was the worst friend in the world. It was my revenge for her to die.

" Mrs Maloney, are you ok?" Asked Sam.

"Yes , just a faint memory." I quickly replied.

That very moment my heart beat so fast , I felt as if I would faint right on the spot. The incident was ripping my flash up inside, how could I keep it to myself, I thought and thought.

Bang! The accident just bit me like a bat in the illuminating moon. My head was flung to the floor like a frayed cricket bat hitting the ball with power.

"Are you ok , Mrs Maloney?" Questioned Sam. His faint voice echoed as I felt unconscious onto the floor of the butcher's . 20 minutes after the accident, I felt a cold towel rubbing my head as if it was erasing me out. Life was coming back to me , every memory hitting me again as if I had just experienced it in 1 second of a minute. I could feel my heart beating and my pulse returning to normal. Every time I thought about my husband , everything about the accident. How do I escape from this nightmare?