Where You go I'll Follow

It's Too Much To Handle

Martin's View

i can't cope i really can't it's been just over a month since Doolittle left (that's my nickname for him he hates wait....no he's gone now..... so he hated it but yeah that's my name for him) i can't get used to the fact i'll never see his face again, his smile, i'll never hear his laugh and we can't fight like brothers do over stupid things usually for us it was biscuits, if you got Declan started on biscuits oh boy he'd go for it, normally he'd say "give us me biscuit or i'll smash yer face in".

"oi Donnelly lad" this guy shouts accross the street at me " i bet your missing little Decky boy eh"he added and my body filled with anger and my eyes turend darker and my fists clenched "go and say that again Louis" i shouted and walked towards him "oh here we are another Donnelly lad thinking he's the big man, that's what your Declan was he was a disappointment he was selfish and self centred" Louis said right up in my face I seen the hatred in his eyes and his fist clenched 'God he needs a pint and a night out he needs to calm down' I thought to myself "first off Declan was the most caring loving non selfish person you could ever meet, he joined the army to serve this country and his queen and by God he made us proud" I said and landed a right hook in his jaw and something clicked in his head and I felt a piercing pain in my side 'shit I've been stabbed' I thought as I fell to the ground "ahhh Louis you bastard" I say as my breath is slowing down...no no I can't die I've got to protect Ant and the Donnelly's "sleep tight Donnelly, if you think I'm getting help for you think again, I'm going to see you take your last breath you don't deserve to live" Louis said as I was in a ball on the ground "Declan, where you go I follow bro' I whisper and everything went black....

Ants view
.... I have started my own letter, I'm not sure why but I thought what's the harm in writing down how I feel, I can't get used to the fact he's gone 'i don't know why I'm even attempting this but something isn't right I can't sleep, eat or even speak I'm lucky I can still breath not sure how long that'll last though. I'm missing the lite of my life the sunshine in my day, the extra skip in my heart, my glint in my eye, and the apple of my eye that's because my Declan has gone and has been gone for a month...I'm sitting in his top it's a tad tight but it just shows my muscles of more, I'm looking at a bottle of vodka and a bottle of pills and by God do I want I down the lot and empty the bottle I guess this letter is a suicide note really since I'm half way through the bottle already, so I guess this is goodbye but I'll be fine because I'll be with Declan my baby' I feel this tightening in my throat just looking at the pill bottle I know I shouldn't but I empty the bottle in my hand and put them in my mouth, I get the vodka and down it swallowing  the pills, Jesus it burns your throat that...I don't advise downing a half bottle.... Everything is going blurry and I can't stand up. I go to grab the table but I fell straight to the ground, I open my hand and look at the picture of Dec I brake down 'I'm sorry Dec I couldn't be strong I'm so sorry I couldn't do it I have to be with you I can't live without you' I say and each word I speak my breathing is slowing down and I know it's getting closer to the end 'where you go I follow baby' I say and stopped breathing...my lifeless body just laid there and I'm glad I didn't have to hear the horrific screams from my mother as she walked in my front room.

'I'm sorry I had to go' was the note beside my letter...