Deep in the woods somewhere sat a dilapidated house. Bricks were missing and the door was half off its hinges. Roof shingles hung from the gutter and windows were either cracked beyond repair or gone entirely. It was night, with nothing but the moon illuminating the ominous visage of the building. The air around the house was silent, save for the wind and some disembodied sobbing echoing out from the house in the woods.
Inside, a woman was slumped against a wall in the tile floored bathroom. Tears ran slowly down her cheeks, traveling down her neck and soaking into her wrinkled, white nightgown. Her head was bleeding. The dark red liquid slid down her face, mixing with the tears and staining her sleepwear. She was hurt in other places, aswell.
Beside her slumped body was her dismembered arms and legs, laying still and taunting her. Her eyes were wide and her torso trembling as the idea of death entered her mind. There was no running from this. It was inevitable. She was going to bleed out, slowly, painfully, and she was never going to wake up again.
In the woman's mind, she was saying "I'm sorry," and "Goodbye."