“I’m sorry,” she choked out as tears streamed down her dirty face. “I never should’ve left you, I’m sorry. I should’ve listened.”
Her body was full of cuts and bruises, and she sat down next to (name) as he was laying on the hard, cold floor of the (place), a pool of blood around his body.
She shook him, “Wake up! Wake up! Please.” Her voice was barely a whisper. She received no response from his limp body.
She shook him again, “(name)! (name)! Please come back to me.” She held his head close to her chest and wept.
Suddenly, she felt an arm squeeze around her throat. She wheezed and her lungs desperately tried to gasp for air.
“Please, please. Let go. Don’t kill me. Please,” she begged.
(name) looked up at her. “Who are you? And what business do you have holding onto me like your child?”