[ CW ] In five sentences , tell a horror story .

“ I ’ m here! Please, I ’ m here! I ’ ve always been here! ” 
 
 I was hopelessly hoarse despite the fact that I haven ’ t uttered a word in 5 years. No matter how hard I tried, my lips never moved. And God, had I tried. 
 
 Evelyn barely even looked depressed anymore. She was an empty husk of a woman, aged by grief and the ruthless years that had ticked slowly for her, but even more slowly for me. 
 
 “ You ’ re doing the right thing. He ’ s never coming back, ” I heard the doctor say to my wife, “ It ’ s time to move on. ” 
 
 *God, please, no. No. I ’ m still here-* 
 
 And then they pulled the plug. 
 
 ( More than 5. Going to work on making it shorter. I've just never had the courage to post here, so I wanted to dive in. )
