*this chapter will include topics that may be upsetting to some readers, please read with caution*
Yesterday, the day you left, the hardest day of my life. No there is no picture, it's a tragic thing Simon. You died and now I'm left alone with our child, you chose your way out and left your family behind.
October 12th 2012
I went out shopping, getting some groceries and stuff for dinner, I took my time since Simon was doing some work stuff at home.
I had to stop in my tracks in the middle of one of the aisles. I got that same anxious feeling in my stomach but it literally hit me like a ton of bricks, I took a deep breath and waited for it to pass, when it did I walked on.
I went to the baby section to look at the clothes, just to see if there's anything I could pick up for Angelo.
I seen a cute little baby grow that said "daddy's little man born in 2012" and picked it up, I placed it into the trolley and went around looking at other stuff for another while.
My phone starts to ring so I take it out of my pocket.
Mum.
I decide to ignore it and wait until I've finished my shopping.
After what feels like forever I finish everything I need to do and get straight into my car, I dial my mums number and call her.
She talks for ages about how she got some things for Angelo and how she wants to see me as soon as possible, I agree and the rest is just general conversation.
After quite a while of talking on the phone, we say our goodbyes.
I start up the car and drive home, I get the anxious feeling again as I'm almost at the house, I almost feel like I'm going to throw up.
I pull into the driveway and the anxious feeling gets worse.
What on earth is going on with me? I think to myself.
I get out of the car and instead of bringing the shopping in I just rush straight into the house, wanting to talk to Simon about how I'm feeling.
I walk in and the house is eerily silent, everything just feels dark.
"Simon?!" I shout up the stairs, no answer.
I walk up the stairs slowly, wondering what on earth he's doing that he won't answer me.
I hear water running and once I get to the bathroom door I notice there is water leaking out from underneath the door.
My heart now feels like it's in my throats as I slowly walk to the door, petrified about what could be behind this door.
I knock first, hoping maybe he just fell asleep.
I call his name out.
Nothing.
I knock again.
Nothing.
I feel the anxious pain in my stomach again as I place my hand onto the door handle.
I slowly open the door and step in.
The sight I see nearly knocks me off of my feet.
Simon, fully clothed in the bath, a bottle of pills on the ground and his lifeless body.
I fall to the floor and crawl to him, I pick him up out of the water and cling onto him.
"Simon! Don't do this to me, to us! Come on baby... wake up please!" I yell at him, tears streaming down my face, my heart aches and my body is starting to feel numb.
I make my best attempt at calling an ambulance, practically screaming into the phone.
I call my mum and all I can do is cry, I can't even get any words out as I stare at Simons body.
All I hear is her telling me she's on her way.
Why would you do this Simon?
What happened?
What about your son?
What about the Polaroids?
What about our life together?
All that's left of us now is Polaroid pictures...
THE END...
So guys, this is the end... I hope you enjoyed this story, I really enjoyed writing it. Please don't hate me for what happened to Simon.. also I apologise if anyone was upset by the content or anything... anyway, thanks for reading, I'll be seeing you very soon xx
