One "pleasant" morning you woke up alone in your bed. You slowly got up from what seemed like it would end up your coffin and went to brush your teeth. You were alone sadly because you and your boyfriend Tom had been arguing due to how attached you seem to be to the boy you two were forced to raise. Lately he's been digging a hole trying to find a way out. Due to the arguing he had been sleeping in his hole he had been digging. He got bigger and bigger each day. Today was different. You had convinced your dying boyfriend inside the house and you helped his weak body into the shower...you had to help him since he was so weak he could barely do anything. You washed his hair and his back for him and everything else...after you helped him shower you helped him dry off, change and sit down on your bed...you convinced him to eat even though the food tasted like absolutely nothing...he kept coughing and coughing due to his illness...you were worried about him but couldn't stop him...you sighed wishing he had just killed that stupid boy when he was young like Tom wanted...He was more focused on his dying body and leaving you alone with this freakish boy....