How I was killed

Heard a loud crashing noise from our shared bedroom so I kept the soup on low heat and went up to check the origin of such sound. Before that let me tell you, my husband is a good loving father to our kids, he works as a data scientist in a doll manufacturing facility. He spends his whole day in the facility while his night is reserved for me. We would cook dinner together, gossip while eating, catch up on new updates, make love, sing songs, and cuddle with each other the whole night. 

So I had no reason to worry over the noise, something must've fallen down and he might've already sorted it but since It was already dinner time I had to check on my kids. Cajun-flavored smokey salmon soup with garlic bread was on the menu for the night, it was a healthy and homely meal for a monsoon rain-laddened night.

But nothing could've prepared me for what I saw in our bedroom. There he was standing, all bloodied and with a bloody dagger in his hand. Our both kids laying dead in their pools of blood while he was muttering something about cleansing his life. I was paralyzed and unable to move from the doorstep. Soon he saw...his mutterings stopped...a crazed look appeared in his eyes along with a sinister smile. My brain had been screaming for me to run away but my feet wouldn't move. I was blank and rooted in my place. When he came near I did the unthinkable...I hugged him and rocked his head while holding him against my bosom. My eyes felt drier than the Sahara desert for a mother who had just lost her kids. As a few seconds ticked by, I felt the clinching stab of his dagger in the back of my head...as warm blood flooded the fabric of my apron, I fell down on the bloodied carpeted floor...soon dark spots danced in my vision, before closing my eyes I saw his empty bottle of neuroleptics which I had forgotten to refill.