Aposiopesis or Who Was It?

Door already unlocked, already open, waiting for me.
Muffled voices, echoing footsteps, rising anxiety.
Your voice, Where is she? Why isn’t she here?
I don’t know, I don’t know, he screams in fear.
My palms sweat, through my mind every thought races
Why are you here, of all the times, of all the places?
I think you heard me, my thoughts so loud in my head.
I hear you laugh, filling my heart with the deepest dread.
Pulled from my temporary sanctuary, out into the light.
Anger, madness, and sorrow in your eyes, a scary sight.
How could you do it? How could you just pick up and leave?
I just needed to. Then I see it, hidden in your sleeve.
Not hidden anymore, but pointed to my face, then hers.
It’s either him or me. You can’t choose. Your vision blurs.
It’s like when we were young, a game of chance.
The fire in your eyes flashes from me to him, a bloodthirsty dance.
It consumes us all until you can’t take it any more.
A gun fires. A scream. A body falls. Blood on the floor.