The sound of the tap rushing could be heard as Fred washed his hand. Rachael sat up weakly on the bed. A different look flashed in her eyes, something undecipherable.

She grabbed a glass vase nearby and on a whim, shattered the vase against the wall.

The sound of the broken glass immediately pulled Fred out of the bathroom. His eyes widened when he saw her holding a piece of the broken glass.

"What are you doing?" He muttered under his breath.

"I'm tired. I'm done playing this game. I can't," she muttered in tears, bringing the piece of glass to her neck.

"Rachael, please calm down. Don't do anything...