What did I expect? That he would survive electrocution? Or did I really want to kill him, and even see if he would come to life again? I don't really know, but he was there. Dead. His mouth was open, in a silent scream, his hair and eyebrows singed. He smelled like roasted meat. I walked to him and checked his heart. There was no pulse.

The strange thing is, I felt no shame, no sadness, no remorse. I think I knew he would come back. I even sat down to drink my tea. After that, confusion and fear started to come up, and I went to the bedroom again, and slept till the next morning. My dreams were strange, I kept killing all the people I met, but that way murdered the whole city. They didn't rise to come alife again. I woke up feeling alone and scared. It was early in the morning, the house was silent. I didn't hear the shower or footsteps. My heart was pounding as I walked into the livingroom. It was the same mess as it was yesterday, and Frank was still lying there, as the corpse he was. Tears started to drip down my face, and with shivering hands I touched his cold cheek.

“O, Frank. I've been the stupidest woman in the world. I've been so hard on you.” Suddenly I saw his eyelids move, his fingers twitched. With a sharp breath, he inhaled, he coughed. Frank rolled on his belly, moaned and groaned, his face looked sweaty.

“O, my God.” His voice was hoarse, but I thought it sounded beautiful. “Aaah, that hurt, Mandy. I think I just touched the wire, and I got a shock. Thank God, nothing serious happened. I just think I had a little blackout.”

“Yeah, you did. I almost called a doctor, but I think everything is okay now.” Frank was dizzy and felt sick, so he went to bed and never saw that it was morning. I told him later he was confused about what day and time it was. I was thrilled to see he got back to life, and never knew that I had tried to kill him for the second time. I promised myself to be a better person, and refrain my anger. This was no way to treat another person, let alone the man you love.