Faith POV: After Gale left I sat at the table staring at the newspaper articles. All of the terrible memories of that night flooded back into my mind. "Why are you doing this to me?" I shouted towards the ceiling. Why was God torturing me like this? I know they say God doesn't give you more that you can handle, but doesn't he think I've been through enough? Why didn't he just let me die that night with Rick? Living my life like this is the worst kind of torture I could imagine. First I lost my husband and miscarried my baby, then I fall in love with the man who is responsible for their deaths! I just don't even want to live anymore. Things would be so much easier if I just ended it all now. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a box of dishes and silverware sitting on the kitchen counter. I walked over and searched until I found what I was looking for, a knife. I toyed with it for a minute while I contemplated what I was about to do. Then I turned the knife around, pointed it to towards my chest and took a deep breath. I could end it all in one second. Once second and it would all be over.
