The Woman From Hell

There was a wave of uneasiness in my heart. The smell seemed to be coming from the bathroom. Shannon and I rushed in together.

The smell permeated the small bathroom. At a glance, we saw Nina leaning against the wall. Her right arm was hanging toward the ground, and the ground was covered with blood. "Hurry up and call an ambulance." I looked back at Shannon and hurriedly shouted.

We sent Nina to the hospital. Fortunately, we found her early. Otherwise, she would have died of excessive blood loss. The doctor concluded that she might be experiencing symptoms of depression and hence, suggested it be best if we took her to see a psychiatrist.

Depression?

I was no stranger to this. I have had similar symptoms, but they seemed much more severe in Nina.

Shannon looked at me. She had put aside her usual cheeriness and asked me seriously, "Wanda, do you know something?"

I hesitated about whether to tell Shannon about Nina's operation. After all, it was Nina's private matter.

Seeing that I was hesitant to speak, Shannon was a little anxious, "Things have already reached this stage. Why won't you say anything still?"

was pregnant with Jacob's child, but she didn't want it. So,

coming in and out together so often those few days. So, that's how it

guilty. "I'm sorry, Shannon, this is Nina's matter, and she didn't want

the past few days. Could it be the sequelae of the surgery?" Shannon

the operation and that it would not affect her mood. He

did not seem to have expected this to be so serious. Her eyes widened

feeling

and

would be devastated if they knew she had become like

the bed woke up with a whimper. "This

I hurriedly gathered around her. "Nina, you're

feels off, you can tell me,

why am I here?" She looked at the whiteness surrounding her. She wanted

I quickly held Nina's arms so