Mark, an army veteran, with a beer belly developed over the course of 20 years of hard drinking, was throttling his wife around the throat with his fat, stubby fingers. Her eyes were bulging and her tongue was starting to stick out uncontrollably. Her hands are around his forearms, trying to stop him from stealing the breath from her lungs. She burned the meatloaf slightly, and Mark was on his third beer when it happened. His PTSD had been acting up for the last few days, and his paranoid delusions had started to take over his life. His wife is the young woman he had to kill in Syria. The sound that set him off was the fire alarm. It sounded just like the alarm klaxon from his time overseas.
As the life is draining from her, Amy remembers her husband from before he went to Syria. He would gently hold her, and make sweet love to her whenever he felt like it. He wouldn't zone out of reality and try to kill her.
Amy takes her thumbs and jams them into Mark's eyes. She's crying the tears he will never be able to cry again. She pushes. Hard. He lets go of her neck and screams like an unworldly demon. He holds his eyes as he keeps screaming. He falls down and rolls around like a dog that got into poison ivy.
Amy picks up the phone to call the police, but can't do it. She doesn't want anyone to know what's going on. She grabs a scarf out of her nightstand and tries to comfort Mark the best she can. She corrals him to their 1986 Volkswagen golf and heads off to the nearest hospital.
On the way to the hospital, an 18-wheeler is getting onto an off-ramp and signals too late. There is an accident that kills Amy and Mark.
They are portrayed as a happy couple on Facebook and in the papers.
As the life is draining from her, Amy remembers her husband from before he went to Syria. He would gently hold her, and make sweet love to her whenever he felt like it. He wouldn't zone out of reality and try to kill her.
Amy takes her thumbs and jams them into Mark's eyes. She's crying the tears he will never be able to cry again. She pushes. Hard. He lets go of her neck and screams like an unworldly demon. He holds his eyes as he keeps screaming. He falls down and rolls around like a dog that got into poison ivy.
Amy picks up the phone to call the police, but can't do it. She doesn't want anyone to know what's going on. She grabs a scarf out of her nightstand and tries to comfort Mark the best she can. She corrals him to their 1986 Volkswagen golf and heads off to the nearest hospital.
On the way to the hospital, an 18-wheeler is getting onto an off-ramp and signals too late. There is an accident that kills Amy and Mark.
They are portrayed as a happy couple on Facebook and in the papers.