The cops burst through the door just in time to see Emily driving a shard of glass straight at me.
They lunged forward, yanked her away, and tore the glass from her grip.
They pinned her to the floor, but she kept thrashing like a wild animal, screaming at me at the top of her lungs.
"My life is over! You don't get to have a good one either!"
I leaned against the wall and slowly slid down to the floor, staring at the cuts on my hand and wrist and the shards scattered across the room.
A wave of exhaustion crashed over me.
It was my neighbor who'd heard the commotion from my apartment and called the police.
She cautiously poked her head around the doorway. "Are you okay? I heard all that noise and called the police right away. I thought that crazy woman from the other day was back aga
