The sun shines in through the window and onto my face. It’s warm and welcoming light wakes me. I open my eyes and sit up. “Good morning.”

I look at the silhouette and realize who it is. “Natalia” I whisper. The words barely able to be said any louder. “What are you doing here?” I say faintly louder.

“I came to do what Jason never did.”

“Which is?”

“Oh god, he didn’t tell you?” Natalia laughs under her breath at my stupidity. “I sent him here to kill you but he didn’t so he failed his task.” Her tone is more serious now and she’s starting to scare me. Like if you were in my position right now, you would be scared shit, no joke.

Natalia reaches into her coat’s pocket and removes a knife. She walks towards me and stops at the couch. She looks at the knife as kneels down onto the carpet. “Can you see any smudges or stains?” Natalia askes before I shake my head. “Ok.” She says simply.

She swings the knife around into my right arm. The speed and force of the knife causes it to go deep into my flesh. I scream in pain and agony. I fall to the ground holding the knife and surrounding flesh. Natalia stands and pulls a gun out of her back pocket. She points it at me but doesn’t pull the trigger. “You should be thankful that I’m going to put you out of your misery. Goodbye Talia Sanders.” She takes aim for my chest and pulls the trigger. The bullet flies into my chest, hitting me in the middle of my heart. Natalia pulls the bloody knife out of my arm and runs to the waiting car in my driveway. Drops of my blood, drop onto the floor and stain the carpet red, my body, on the carpet, waiting to be found. Later.