Unsure of the time that had passed by, Dom became conscious again in an enclosed room. The walls were narrow and white, he was alone and his skin was horribly itchy. Looking down, he saw the thin hospital gown that was practically attached to his sweaty skin. Head still pounding from the heavy sedation, he lay his head back down flat then glared up at the ceiling which was a dull grey. A representation of his current life status really, boring and useless.

After a brief nap, he was scared awake by the cursed sound of those ancient medical carts that squeeked in such a high pitched tone that it almost felt like your ears were bleeding. Staring at the approaching nurse in apprehension, he lay still as she checked his vitals whilst talking to herself. She was seemingly distracted by something, something much more serious than him. Realising that she thought he wasn't lucid yet, he acted unresponsive and eventually another nurse rolled into the room sighing.

" Give it a few hours, if the bastard isn't awake the police can take him like this", she grunted.

"Good, he's a weirdo", the first nurse responded before leaving.

Waiting a few minutes to open his eyes to ensure he was no longer being observed, he slowly cracked his eyes open. Thoughts of Katie clouded his mind but he was too numb from the medication to cry. Thinking about everything he could do to restore the love in his life, he tried reflecting on why he was here when a sudden darkness smothered him making it impossible for him to move.

Unable to speak or react in any way, a dark and demonic like voice croaked next to him about their threats. It was serious and sinister, overwhelming Dom with horror.

"You are mine, your little girlfriend is next. I like you like this you know, it's easy prey", the voice sniggered.

Following this, there was a sharp silence before Dom felt a blade being pinched into his arm. Dragging across his arm and cutting deeper with every passing second, he flinched in agony but bound to a silent and painful death. As he took his last breath, he felt a hand stroking his shoulder and holding him as he collapsed covered in scars.

Of Course, his death would be blamed on self harm and schizophrenia but the silent killer knew this.