Was I Enough? ~Jamilton~

Gone.

I grab my clean and cold leather jacket and head out of the office, I got to go home early since my finance's sister died and he needed me. As I drove home on the bumpy road I can feel the wind in my face and my hair blow in the wind, the feeling is exhilarating. I rush home in fear that Thomas is somewhere sobbing. I get out of my car and lock the door, then walking to the house and grabbing my key, I fumble with the door a little before I finally get it unlocked and I stepped in. "Thomas...?" I call out softly the name of the man that I love. No response. I walk around the cold and silent house a little calling out his name only to find the bathroom door closed, light shining through the ever so slim cracks. "Thomas? Babe, are you okay?" I ask, my concern only growing in the out of my stomach. I open the door slowly after a minutes or so after a reply, I look at what's in front of me and scream as tears start to fall like waterfalls, I run over frantically to Thomas, shaking him as my face starts to get hot and my screams are louder than the screams of my people as their souls are taken away from their body. I frantically grab my smooth and cold phone and dial the number, 911. An operator picks up, "911, what's your emergency?" The operator asks, "Help! My boyfriend has tried to kill h-himself!" I screech and tell her our address as I start to slip into an attack as I stare at the spilled bottle of pills, my mind unable to comprehend what had just happened. I can hear the sirens from outside, I can hear them coming closer and closer, I can feel my heart race and myself shake too. I hear them, I hear them kick down the door, I hear them try to talk to me but I can't hear them clearly, the only word I can her echoing in my head is, 'dead.' Dead. I heard someone say it just now I heard it, I wish I hadn't. I can see my vision become slightly clearer, I can hear my hearing come back, I can her every word they are saying. They get my attention and help me stand up, "Mr.Hamilton, we are so sorry to inform you that Thomas is gone, again we are so sorry for your loss." And then it's silent. Almost like they are taking a moment of respect, I remember how Thomas always used to tell me that 'sometimes silent is violent.' I believe him now, as the silence tears me 7 different ways, as my heart shatters and I break. I don't show it, I just sit there, my head down and my heart cold. I heard it before, only now I comprehended it, they had said that there had been a suicide note. Addressed to me.

A/N
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I'm also really sorry about the whole paragraph thing and how it's all just one big blob, I just kinda like writing that way sometimes!
I will warn you that school is coming up so I might be a slow bean.
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