Zoey opened her front door. She had to pick up some stuff she had left behind. Now that the divorce was completed she didn’t have to come here anymore. Except this one time.
“Gerard? Are Du home?” she called.
Gerard didn’t answer. Maybe he was sleeping. Zoey walked upstairs when she heard a crack. Apparently Gerard wasn’t sleeping.
“I’ll be as quick as possible. I’m out before Du know it” Zoey promised, even though Gerard didn’t come out. She walked into the spare room, where Gerard had stored her stuff in one box. She picked up the box and walked out of the room. She walked passed her bedroom and caught a glimpse of Gerard’ body. She dropped the box and pushed the door open.
Gerard was hanging on the chandelier, a rope tightly around his neck.
Zoey gasped and covered her mouth while tears rolled over her face. She ran towards him and tried to lift him up, but he was too heavy. She grabbed a chair and let Gerard’s feet rest on it, after some effort. Then she took her phone and dialed 911.
While she waited for help she ran downstairs to get a knife. She ran back to the bedroom and climbed on another chair. She cut the rope and after what felt like hours the rope broke and Gerard’s body fell in her arms. She lay the body on the ground and she started giving him CPR.
“Come on, breathe. Don’t Du dare die on me! Du hear me?” Zoey cried.