Darker Days (Glanny FanFic)

5

Glens P.O.V

(Flashback- 5 years previously)

"It's me!" I called as I burst through the front door of her tiny one bedroom flat.

My only reply was silence.

"Sandy? Where are you?"

An eerie silence was all there was, something isn't right. She should be in, the appointment was hours ago. I move my way through the tiny flat checking each room until only the bathroom remained. I pushed the door open carefully and steadily to check if she lay within.

What I found stopped me dead in my tracks.

Sandy, my beautiful Sandy, was lying in the bath holding a knife to her left wrist. Her right was already dripping with blood falling scarlet on the white bath. An empty tub of aspirin lay on the floor not far away, the same tub I had given her this morning when she complained of a sore head.

I rushed over to her intending to take the knife from her delicate fingers but she knew what I was planning and ran the col blade down her slender wrist leaving a deep crimson tear along her snowy white skin.

She looked up at me, smiling softly.

"Why..?" I asked quietly

"We lost him Glen. John i mean. I've miscarried."

She closed her eyes, no this can't be the end. I placed my hands on her shoulders and shook her hard, she wouldn't wake up. She has to wake up!

I phoned an ambulance but it was already too late when they arrived.

At 7:49 pm, 13 minutes after I found her, she was pronounced dead. My beautiful fiancée, dead, because she chose it. Because we lost our unborn son she chose to end her life, leaving me to grieve over them both. I hugged her cold lifeless body close to mine and let the tears fall, leaving them dancing across her chestnut hair and running down her face just as they were mine.

When they eventually peeled me away from her I lay on the bathroom floor, screaming. My whole world had just come crashing down around me. My fiancée and my unborn child were gone, and not only that she chose to leave me alone to this. I felt betrayed and hurt. Maybe it would be easier if I just ended it too.

(Back to present day)

I didn't end it then. I almost did, but I saw sense, got help and pulled through.

I was ridden with grief for almost 2 years afterwards. I stayed in a lot and didn't look after myself. I lost a lot of weight and almost ended it through dehydration.

But I pulled through.

Sandy never gave herself the chance to pull through.

I wasn't going down that road again.