My wife threw herself out a second story window.

Warning: This story contains self-harm and suicidal ideations.<br><br>My relationship with Sarah was going well.<br><br>We had met two years ago in church. I couldn’t tell you what she saw in me. But soon after our first date, she was telling her Mom about all the things we had in common, and how much she wanted to be with me.<br><br>At first, I was just flattered. It’s nice to have a crush. But then, I began to realize that she really did like me. When we were together, I knew that I was important.<br><br>In the weeks that followed, everything went well. I was introduced to her best friend at work. I met her family at church and at dinner. It seemed like the relationship was really going somewhere. And then, I got my first red flag.<br><br>We were in the car on our way to a restaurant when she rested her head on me. I flinched. It’s not that her touch was unpleasant. It’s just that I did not expect it. SheWATCHED me as I flinched, and I could tell that it hurt her feelings.<br><br>A few days later, she did the same thing. But this time, I saw her eyes flicker towards the passenger seat. There was a moment, just for a second, where she looked like she was in pain.<br><br>I asked if she was okay, and she said she was fine. I had to push her for an answer. She told me that she had been in a car accident. She said that she got a head injury, and that it left her with chronic pain. She said that sometimes it hurts her to be touch. But because she had been through so much, she was just grateful to have me. And then she broke down crying.<br><br>This was the first time I had seen her cry. I had never seen her upset. So when the waterworks started, I didn’t know what to do. I was frozen in shock. <br><br>I got over my shock, and I held her. I told her that I was happy to be with her. And when she calmed down, I said she needed to tell me everything about her past. She was hesitant, but eventually she told me the basics. She said her husband and daughter died in the accident. She said she was driving under the influence, and that the accident was entirely her fault.<br><br>I asked if she got in trouble for it. She said she did, but that the other family forgave her. I was surprised. I didn’t think that I could ever forgive someone for killing a member of my family.<br><br>We kept dating. Sarah was perfect. But every now and then, she would have these episodes. She would do something out of character, and then she would be in pain afterwards. It was like she was running into invisible walls.<br><br>After a while, I got used to it. And it honestly stopped being a big deal. But sometimes, I couldn’t help but wonder what was really going on.<br><br>Like one time when I was holding her, and she asked if I loved her. I told her that of course I did, and then she started crying. She said that I shouldn’t, because she didn’t deserve to be loved.<br><br>But I told her that she was wrong. And that she did deserve to be loved. And then she turned to me, and her eyes were black. Like, entirely black. And she looked like she was in agony.<br><br>She said, “You shouldn’t love me. I’m not her.”<br><br>But then she fell to the ground, and she started to shake. I held her until she stopped, and then she looked up at me. She asked what we were talking about, and I reminded her that she said she wasn’t her. She stared at me for a second, and then told me that she was just confused. I asked if she was okay, and she said that she was fine. We hugged it out, and then went to dinner.<br><br>It was odd, but Sarah was odd. It wasn’t uncommon to see her have some kind of melt down.<br><br>But then, one day we were hanging out. And she went to get something from the fridge. She opened it, and then she fell on the floor, screaming. And when I went to pick her up, she just looked at me. She said that she wasn’t supposed to be there. And then she said that I wasn’t her husband.<br><br>This time I wasn’t going to let it go. I held her, and I asked her what was going on. I asked if she was okay. And then she told me. Everything.<br><br>She told me that she wasn’t Sarah. She said that she was the daughter that died in the car accident. She said that when she died, a demon took control of her body, and eventually took over as Sarah. But when Sarah’s soul was inside the daughter’s body, it was trapped.<br><br>It was forced to watch as her mother lived her life. And it was stuck in this physical form until it was free to move on. She said that the demon was eventually chased away, and that she was finally free to move on. But she didn’t want to. She said that she had been trapped for so long, she wanted to experience life. And so she stayed.<br><br>But she said that the demon never really left. It just went away for a while because it had to recover from whatever forced it out. And eventually, it would come back. So Sarah told me to stay away from her. She said that I deserved better, without tears in her eyes.<br><br>But I told her that I didn’t care. I told her that I still loved her. And then she smiled, and we hugged each other.<br><br>The next morning, I woke up to her throwing up. She said she was fine, but I could tell she was lying. I told her that I was going to stay home from work for the day. She said that I didn’t have to, but I told her that I wanted to. So she smiled weakly and said she’d go make breakfast.<br><br>I went to the bathroom to take a piss. And while I was there, I heard a pipe break. I heard her scream. I went to the kitchen to see her on fire.<br><br>Her skin was bubbling. It was melting. And she was in agony. I put a blanket around her. I held her, and I tried to get her outside. But she was too heavy. I couldn’t lift her.<br><br>I eventually did manage to carry her out of the house. But only because she stopped burning. I set her on the grass, and then I ran back inside to get a fire extinguisher. To put out the rest of the fire.<br><br>When I got back outside, she wasn’t there. I looked around, and I eventually found her. I couldn’t see very well because of the smoke, but I found her lying in the road. She was still on fire, and her skin was bubbling. And when I got to her, she stood up. She looked at me. And then she fell over and died.<br><br>The paramedics came. They took her to the hospital. But she was already gone. And so I sat there, alone. And I cried. For the woman that I loved.<br><br>I called her family, and I told them what happened. They came to the hospital, but they didn’t seem sad. They just kind of accepted it. They told me that Sarah was in pain for her entire life. They told me that she was finally at peace. And then they went home.<br><br>I didn’t know what to do. So I went home. And I cried some more. And then, I fell asleep.<br><br>The next morning, I woke up and I realized that I was alone. So I went to work. I couldn’t just sit at home. I had to keep myself occupied.<br><br>That night, I went home. And I felt it. That feeling that I had when Sarah was around. And I realized that I still loved her. And I probably always would. And then it hit me. How much I really did love her. It felt like my chest was caving in on me.<br><br>I went to the hospital for Sarah’s autopsy. And they gave me the results. They told me that she was burned to death, and that she died before she hit the ground. But they also told me that her injuries were contradictory. They said that there was no way she could have suffered the injuries she did. And then they told me that she had a fractured skull. But it wasn’t from the accident. It was from when she was a child.<br><br>I went home. I thought about Sarah. I thought about our time together. And then something clicked. I remembered something that she told me. Something about the car accident that killed her.<br><br>And then I put it all together. The car accident wasn’t an accident. Sarah threw herself out a window, and fell onto the road below. And that was the impact that killed her.<br><br>Which meant that I just watched as the woman I loved kill herself.