The sound gave me a terrible feeling. I turned around quickly and gasped at the sight. Wendy had somehow gotten hold of a sharp iron knife and stabbed herself in the neck.
She had committed suicide!
I rushed to her side and held her tightly. There was a huge wound on her neck, and blood was gushing out. I pressed hard on her wound, trying to stop the bleeding, but it was futile. The wound was too severe; she had severed her main artery.
It felt like my hands were under a running faucet. The warm blood made my hands tremble. In an instant, my chest was soaked in blood, and the ground beneath us was stained red, as red as the setting sun.
"Zack, thank you for saving me. I can finally be free. Be careful of Ray; he's not a good person. He..." Wendy whispered in my arms. But before
