What did you do

I stood there staring at the tv. What the fuck did I just watch. They thought I was dead? Why would they think I was dead? I could feel his presence behind me. I knew he was there. But he didn't say anything, did he hear it too.

I got up slowly as the woman voice fade behind me. I was dead? But I wasn't. How did they mistake me for another girl?

I turned to look at him. He was standing behind the couch with a bag in his hands. I looked at his bag then his face, remembering that he walked out on us. Where did he go?

"You weren't meant to see that," he said placing the bag on the couch. What the hell was inside the bag.

"Why do they think I'm dead?" I asked him still looking at the bag.

"Because you are," he said casually with a fixed expression

"What!" I whispered "what the fuck did you do"

He moves towards me making me take a step back. He paused and gave me a questioning look.