<p>The world around me was a blur, except for the pool of blood spreading from my lifeless body. My sister's anguished cries pierced the air as she stood over me, her eyes blazing with fury at my husband. "You monster!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the room. "I'll make sure you pay for this!"</p><p><br></p><p>My husband's face was a picture of confusion and panic, but I knew he was just trying to escape the reality of his actions. I wanted to scream, to tell my sister that it wasn't his fault, that I had stayed too long in a marriage that consumed me. But my voice was silenced, trapped in a body that no longer held my spirit</p><p><br></p><p>As my sister threatened to call the police, I tried to reach out to her, to calm her down, to explain. But she couldn't hear me. No one could. I was just a whisper in the wind, a faint echo of a life cut short</p><p><br></p><p>As I watch, I'm struck by the cruel irony. In life, I often wished for the power to pass through walls, to escape the prison of my own home when my husband's anger turned violent. I wished to slip away, unseen and unheard, to find solace in freedom. Now, as a spirit, I can indeed pass through walls, but it's a hollow victory. I'm trapped in this limbo, unable to change the course of events that led to my death</p><p><br></p><p>Memories of our marriage flood my mind. The beatings, the tears, the pleas for forgiveness. I left him once, seeking refuge with a friend. But he begged me to return, promising change. I believed him, and it cost me everything</p><p><br></p><p>My sister's words come back to haunt me: "Don't go back, you'll regret it." But I didn't listen. I thought love could conquer all. Now, I'm paying the ultimate price</p><p><br></p><p>Now I'm consumed by regret. Regret for staying, regret for believing him, regret for not leaving when I had the chance. It's a pain that cannot be undone, a sorrow that will linger forever</p>