Chanel woke up and looked at her alarm clock, it showed a very bright 5:43am. She snoozed her alarm for the 3rd time and stared at the ceiling hating her entire existence. She grabbed her cell phone and tweeted "fuck these Monday mornings #adultingsucks". After she put her phone down on the nightstand Chanel rolled over to give Shawn a kiss and wake him up. She wrapped her arms around him and leaned forward to kiss his forehead. As she leaned in she felt something wet on her hands and when she looked it seemed like blood. She shook Shawn and called out his name but he didn't respond. He didn't move. She turned him around and that's when she saw it, there was a gash across Shawn's throat and there was blood pouring out, dripping down the side of the bed.
Chanel screamed louder than she ever had in her entire life. She kept calling out to Shawn, shaking him, hoping this was a bad dream. She reached for her phone and the blood on her fingers wasn't allowing her to use the fingerprint feature on her new iPhone. She was finally able to unlock it and dialed 911.
"911, what's your emergency?" Said the operator in a calm voice.
Chanel screamed frantically into her phone,
"My husband is bleeding. His throat has been slit. I don't know what's happening! Help us!!"
She was crying so hard the operator could barely understand her.
"Ma'am, what is your address? Can you tell if your husband is breathing? Can you apply pressure to the wound?"
Chanel grabbed a towel and tried to apply pressure to Shawn's neck but she felt like it was doing more harm than good. She yelled into her phone for the ambulance to hurry.
When the paramedics arrived they rushed into the bedroom and tried to help Shawn, unfortunately it was too late. They declared him dead at the scene.
"Time of death, 612am. We're sorry ma'am there was nothing else we could do for him. Is there anyone I can call for you?"
"No, he can't be dead!! He just can't be! Do your fucking job and save him!"
Chanel lost it, she became enraged, belligerent, she tried to go to Shawn and perform CPR herself. The paramedics had to restrain her and sedate her.
When she woke up her house was full of police officers, there was a medic and her mom was there. Shawn's body had been removed. She looked around and thought to herself, what the fuck is going on here. She got up from the couch where she was laying down and that's when Detective Ramirez and Chanel's mom Joyce rushed over to her.
"Oh sweetie I'm so sorry, are you ok?"
"Mrs. Novak, I'm Detective Ramirez. I'm very sorry for your loss. Can you tell me what happened this morning?"
Chanel started crying, she couldn't believe this was her new reality. The truth was she had no idea what happened to Shawn, someone murdered him in their house, in their bed, while she slept next to him. How could she not wake up? How could she not hear a person in their room? Did Shawn cry out for help? She was flooded with all these questions and no answers. She gave Det. Ramirez a blank stare, looked towards her bedroom and realized they would look at her as a suspect. She had no answers, her husband was murdered, she was the only person in the house. How the fuck was she going to explain this.......
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