I looked down upon the pool of blood that was gushing out of my old helpless neighbor, thinking "how did I get myself into this?". I stepped back slowly and in horror, I saw his face manoeuvre the most horrific smile I have ever seen in my 25 years of life. He walked towards me, still holding the knife calmly like taking a life was that easy as making a sandwich. I stepped back further and was up against a slim coffee table, My heart was racing and pounding in my chest. He stood there in front of me, breathing on my face, smiling. He lifted my chin up and forced me to look at his face and said in the most deafening manner  "Do you still love me, Mary?". I lost my breath, those words mean so much more now, they represent the fear I have for him, the victims that have been and are yet to come, the horrible nightmares I yet to have and finally and foremost that I , Mary Morewood, is in love with a murderer.