Dabitha

Chapter One

It was a warm summers morning. Dil awoke at 6 am; ready to start his day of being a scientist. As we got up, he looked on the other side of the bed to see one of the most beautiful sims he had ever seen; Tabitha. She was still asleep. They had just moved in together a few days earlier. He stared at her, smiling at the thought of their future together. He thought about the things they could do together; he could invent her something as beautiful as she was while she could hack Donald Trump's twitter and finally announce to the world Trump's deepest secrets.

As Dil walked to the kitchen, he decided to make some breakfast for Tabitha. He walked to the fridge to grab some ingredients but took two chocolate puddings and placed them in the microwave. He went to the bar to make his morning tequila to help him come up with an invention. As the microwave beeped, signalling that his food was finished heating up, Dil could see a dark figure in his eye. He turned around and nothing was there. He looked out the window, thankfully she wasn't there waiting for him.

Dil put Tabitha's breakfast on a tray; along with a flower in a jam jar and a cup of coffee. He was terrified of tripping over his clown shoes. He walked as quietly as he could to the bedroom, careful not to make to much noise. He open the door and saw her laying there, curled up into a ball. She had covered herself completely in the blanket. Dil smiled at her. Everything she did was cute; swimming laps of the pool late at night, sleeping in sunglasses. But something was odd. She never covered her face in fear of a visit from Death.
He walked over to her and started to gently tap her. 'Tabby', he said in a hused voice. 'It's time to get up, you'll be late for work.'
She didn't wake. Dil kept trying to wake her buy she still had not woke. He began to remove the blanket from her face. Her face was pale, paler than usual. 'Tabby,' he said. He was beginning to become worried. Dil placed his hand on her forehead. It was as cold as ice. He shivered at the feeling of it. "Tabitha!' He started to shout. He removed the blanket to reveal her shirt coverd in blood. This wasn't her period, it was more extreme. He rolled her on her back to reveal a butcher knife embedded in her stomach. He dropped the tray of food in disbelief.
'TABITHA' he screamed. Dil began to sweat. Tears ran down his face at the thought of losing him. 'WAKE UP PLEASE! I CAN'T LOSE YOU!'
'She's dead, Dil.' He turned around to see the murdeous woman face. Her eyes had a murderous look, staring at her pray. Eliza Pancakes was standing in the corner, blood covered on her green tank top. She was staring at Dil longily.
'Now you know how it feels to lose someone close to you. And now, YOU'RE MINE.'