It was a rainy night, you were laying on bed using your phone. All week you ignored calls and texts from Gerard, your ex-bf, who you broke up with because of his bad habits, he was always drinking and sometimes aggressive. That made you sick so you decided to put an end to it. He wouldnt stop texting and calling you anyways, everyday at the same hour, 1:30am. Thats when, as usual, you recieved a call from him. You didnt pick up the phone and rejected his call, like always. After 5 calls rejected, you recieved his texts and even voice messages. He sounded angry, he was definitely drunk. He said things like "Pick up the phone, fucker!" And the last message you got was "We'll drown ourselves in misery tonight. :)" That gave you chills, and you turned off your phone, listening to the drops of water falling. Until you heard knocking on your door, and a familiar voice yelling. It was him.*

"C'mon! I want to save your heart!"

he was trying to get you to open the door. It was scary