I saw you, just laying there. My head spinning as my hand was gently resting on your flat chest. I picked up my phone that was resting under my thigh and dialed the number for the police reporting the suicide that just has happened to my husband. His wrists were covered in scars and the bottle of pills was empty.
"South Hill Police Station, how may I help you today?" The voice of the man was soothing over the phone.
"Yes, hello. I need to report an incident and I need an ambulance right away." A tear ran down my face as I wiped it away with the back of my pale hand.
"What happened, Ma'am? I need more information."
"My Husband. He... He committed suicide, and I need an ambulance right away please. He cut himself and did an overdose. He needs medical attention right away." My voice was shaking and you could hear the fear in my voice.
"Okay Ma'am. What I need you to do is remain calm. We tracked your IP address and an ambulance should be there shortly. I would like you to step away from your husband and unlock the front door."
I did what was told, I heard the sirens off in the distance as my heart started to race, my body shaking, my head spinning. I was unaware of everything. My door opened quickly, I pointed upstairs as they rushed up with a gurney. After a moment of time I saw them rush down, but safely, having my husband go into the ambulance.
"Excuse me ma'am, but do you want to ride with your husband. It's highly recommended. Staying home alone at a crime scene isn't the best for your emotional state right now." One of the men told me. I nodded my head yes and walked towards the ambulance crawling next to my dead husband.
How did it all come to this?
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It Isn't The Answer
HorrorCallie Heckington has a history of people she loves ends up killing herself. Her husband recently killed himself and gets brought back to life. But now she has the fear of him doing it again, and because of that she ends up experiencing more and mor...