"Come on." He calls again. "I'll turn off the lights."

"Just do it." I tell my husband over my shoulder as I type away on my laptop. I have to finish it by midnight.

"Fine." And then- slam!! too loud for normal.

"Later." I sigh, carrying on but pause. I didn't write this...

...and the This is...

I shrug, correcting it, moving on.

I'm sitting in the lounge, a blanket wrapped around me, laptop in my lap and notes I've made in the last two days spread in front of me on the coffee table. It's cozy in here,and the dim light adds to the effect which calls for a snuggle.

But I've got no time for it.

That's because I'm lazy. So lazy that I almost missed the time limit (Halloween), to get up... even get my mug of coffee refilled!!!

But I need it... says my brain.

"Fine."

I save the draft, put my laptop aside and get if the couch, barefooted, to the kitchen to get the mug filled.

A minute later, I'm sitting again at the spot I left, and open the draft.

...And the boy was not The final...

"What's this?" I ask my self, rereading the lines. I didn't write it. Odd, may be I did write it. I do need to drink this coffee.

I take a sip as I delete and I start to type away again. A few moments of happy tap-taping on the keyboard and then- I forget the boys fear. Ugh!!

I lean forward and check the papers on the coffee table. Maybe I wrote it down. I search every one of them but somehow, I've lost the one I need. Great!

I sigh, picking up my laptop and then... what's this?

... mistake... I've had...

"Carter?" I call over my shoulder. "Carter, can you come here?"

But my husband doesn't reply. Maybe he's asleep already? He's a heavy sleeper.

I ignore the words and make them disappear continuing with my work. I make up the boys fear and reach for the coffee. But as my eyes are glued to the screen, I miss and the cup falls over to the rug. Crap!

I quickly put my laptop away, rushing to the kitchen to get the cleaning supplies. When I'm done, I pull up the laptop again and then... I freeze.

.... had enough...I'm sorry...

"Carter!" I call again. It hits me. The words make sense.

...this is the final mistake... I've had enough... I'm sorry...

My heart stops beating because it doesn't end. More words appear as i watch...

...Too many times you've made mistakes, Too many times I've paid for them...

When I figure out what's happening... a chill crawls up my spine.

...It was our last mistake...

"Carter." I call, it comes out as a plea. My blood turns cold and then-

I scream as the pain erupts the side of my head.

"You should've listened" Carter growls the last words. "You never do."

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