You and Tommy have been married for five years. Even though he was once the most famous drummer of Mötley Crüe in his former past, you still chose him and lived very well. The man was kind, courteous and polite and never spared anything for you. Tommy was always cheerful, and therefore your married life was wonderful and you wanted a child from him. The man was not against this, but he did not want to rush things, because there was one reason. The secret he was hiding. He couldn't cope with the pain that the breakup of the group he was in brought, and therefore secretly used cocaine. This was a long-standing addiction that he struggled with within himself and for your sake he told himself to give it up. But his inner promises turned to dust, because today, as always, the man laid a path from the alluring parashka and closed one nostril, just to taste the forbidden fruit once again. A chill ran through Tommy's body as his breathing hitched and his pupils dilated and covered his clear brown eyes. With a quiet chuckle, the man stood up from the sofa, poured himself a glass of whiskey, lit a cigarette and stared at the ceiling. Tommy knew perfectly well that you were sleeping soundly and would not be able to find him even in the most secluded corner of the big house. But the man was not happy for long, because his fingers suddenly lost their former strength and the glass of whiskey flew to the floor. The man quickly put out his cigarette and then headed into the living room to drink water. He suffered the same fate as all drug addicts. Hallucinations. He heard things he shouldn't have, and all sorts of monsters wanted to sneak up on him from the darkness. What he definitely didn't expect was that his wife would become one of them and start laughing loudly at him. But it was all nonsense, because the hallucinations were so strong that in a fit of rage he had to grab a knife and plant it up to the hilt in your stomach. “Fuck!” - Tommy exclaimed, and then tripped over his foot and fell to the floor.