Apes

He was taking a shower. Spending time in the warm stream, letting it trickle down his hard workerd back. This was normal. Until I realized 2 hours had passed. So, not trying to be intrusive like our marriage counselor told me not to be anymore, I pressed my ear to the door. I know, still intrusive but what he doesn't know.... can't... He sounded in pain. "Sweetheart, are you okay, did you fall again." A grown man, strong, at peak physique, falling in the shower. It had started from insomnia and stress, is what Dr. McCarthy told us. She's was a good therapist.

A low rumble eminated from the shower as a response. "Michael are you okay" starting to panic, thoughts of fear ran rampant and expedious. I started thowing myself at the door. Jamming my shoulder into the wood nearest the frame, it gave way. A splintered splitting mess. I guess I don't know my own strength.

My man, my sweet man, he was there. In the shower, red from the hot steaming stream. Foam at the mouth. He looked terrified, my poor Michael. It seemed as if he was protecting himself. Like a scared chimp cowering, but showing teeth. And growling... at me. He sounded like a chihuahua, but much much deeper, rumbling. Not from a tiny dog body, but from the deep barrel of a strong stout man. I stood blood streaming down from my shoulder and face. Bashing that door in must have... triggered him. I could feel the growl in me, reverberating in my chest, gently strumming my vocal cords... I wanted to growl back. Instead I collapsed.

I awoke to my protector, my knight. The man who which I had been madly in love with; had taken me to a cold bath. Bandages my wounds. "I don't know like I said she's not crazy or anything, is this poison, a stroke, HOW FUCKING FAR IS THIS AMBULANCE!! My wife could be dying you stupid fuck I'll shout ALL I WANT, GET THEM HERE NOW!"

Dr. McCarthy helped with his anger aswell. Noticing my twitching my eyes awake, he came to me. Comforted me, why couldn't I do the same. He was so loving. "Baby? Anna? She's waking up, do I do anything, should I get her to bed?!" He dropped the phone like a leaf off a branch, swooping me up, laying me in bed. It was like our wedding night, not the choas and panic. He held me the same, layed me down the same. I want to at least remember that.

A pounding at the door activated something in him. That primal creature I saw in the shower was with me once again. And he was starting to get agitated. "Calm calm," my quivering body made out these meek words. He was on the floor on all fours, popping his head up in rhythm to my soothing. He was cute, sweet. He crawled up and layed in my lap.

Then the the firemen burst into our home. CRASH Of their tools against the metal door BOOM as it fell in hitting the tile. Michael looked to me one last time, his last piece of humanity. And uttered to me, no... coo'ed... a small concise "Ow ow ah" I want to think he said "I love you." He hissed as the foot steps grew near. Lunging from the bed darting at the hallway on all fours. "Hey, sir um, where is your wife. Oh shit!!"

I could hear only screams of variety. Most deep, a few shrill. 3 men and 1 woman. EMTs and Firemen. I heard pounding. I could hear my sweet man, screeching and pounding. "Oh fuck he bit her, HE FUCKING KILLED HER." I stumbled out of bed down the hall. A large body shapped hole at the end of the hallway. Smears and droplets of blood. Then rounding the corner... he was, ripping his arm off. The screaming was unbearable. They had all already, in only a minute or two, had been completely thrashed. Clothes ripped faces scratched, eyes gouged. An EMT sitting propped herself against the wall holding a river of blood in quite unsuccessfully. Stunned in paralyzing fear we all watched the arm diss locate POP and the skin start to RIP And it was off, then in an instant he was beating him. Smashing his skull in with his own arm.

They took their wounded and excaped leaving behind the dead. He took after them. That's the last time I saw him alive. He killed them all and went on to the neighbors. The police eventually arived after he... I don't like to talk about this part, I can't. They said it was stess. But they killed him. They took him. Thinking about that makes me so angry I begin to foam at the mouth. They tell me that I'm safe here. I don't like this place. They moved me here because of what happened to Dr. McCarthy. She was blaming Michael. So I bit her neck and ripped her limb by limb. I was easier to subdue after that though. My husband was so much stronger. I miss him so much.