Joe and Dianne: My suicide saviour

Can you tell me...?

Joe's POV:

I woke up early that morning. I guess that it's fair to say that over however long I had been asleep, my body was more than fully recharged. I attempted to sit up slightly, but my entire body felt like it was being weighed down by a train. The lights were still on from when Dianne and I woke up a few hours ago so I could see her and my surroundings perfectly well, for the first time in I don't know how long.

I sat staring at the white wall opposite me, whilst I fiddled with Dianne's hair, with my right hand. My left one was intertwined with Dianne's. My whole body felt cold and limp, especially my legs. I don't know why i'm here to be perfectly honest. I stare at the blank wall opposite me, willing for it to give me an answer to any of my questions. I could tell from the brief period of time that Dianne and I spoke earlier that she had barely slept for however many days it had been.

'I'm sorry I lead him to you.' Her words played over and over again in my mind. What the fuck did that mean. Was this her fault? Is she the reason that I can't think straight. That I can barely move. That i'm in so much pain. I said i'd always forgive her no matter what, but did I mean it? Or was I also in a state of complete delirium?

I slowly felt the red head shift about and begin to stir. She looked up at me with her beautiful hazel eyes and gave me an award winning smile. "I still can't get over the fact that you're awake." She said quietly, her eyes lighting up, as she looked into my own. She seemed happy, and I was so glad of that. But I didn't return her smile, instead I tried so hard to hold back the waterfall of tears, that were streaming up behind my eyes. Apparently this didn't work well, as I saw Dianne's face drop.

"Joe what's wrong?" She questioned, looking concerned.

"How long have I been out for?" I said, avoiding eye contact with Dianne. The moment I said this, her faced dropped more, and she began to look at the wires and tubes that came out of my pale skin. " 3 weeks," she replied quietly. I couldn't believe it. 3 weeks. How had she stayed here for 3 weeks. I was in more shock than I had ever been before. I felt my world come crashing down, adding to the weight I felt on my body.

"Dianne, are you okay?" I asked her stupidly, as I knew the response she was bound to give me. I stared at her for an answer. She looked shocked at that, but I don't know why.

Dianne's POV:

'How was I' is he fucking kidding me. How the fuck was he? His whole world has been wrecked because of me, yet he's asking me if i'm okay. What the fuck is wrong with this boy. For some reason this question angered me. I don't know why, it just really pissed me off. I gave him no answer, staring back at him, as he stared at me. I thought about it more. Why was I so angry? He's just being sweet.

"I don't know to be honest Joe. These past few weeks have been so difficult without you. I just want to get you home, and forget what happened."

"what did happen?" he asked interrupting me.

"What?"

"I've been awake for about an hour now and I've been trying to think what's happened and why I'm here. I can't remember for the life of me. I'm sure you don't want to think about it so I can go get a doctor to tell me if you'd prefer."

"No, No I want to tell you Joe, it might just take me a while to get through it."

"That's fine. Take your time." He said whilst innocently holding my hand in his cold one.

I took a deep breath in and began to tell Joe, the worst thing that has ever happened to me. "So 3 weeks ago you and I had gone back to yours after getting through week 5 of strictly. We sat down to watch a film together but we were distracted by a thud coming from upstairs. You could tell how afraid I was, so went up to see what it was, leaving me alone downstairs. 15 minutes had passed and you didn't come back down to see me. I went upstairs looking for you, and eventually found my way to the bathroom, where I found you. You had been attacked and you passed out after being hit in the head by Anthony. He told me that I had to either go back to him or he would kill you. This is where I fucked up. I should have just gone back to him. It would have stopped him from doing what happened next. After talking to him and attempting to reason with a psychopath, he suddenly brought out a gun and shot you. Not in your head, but in the leg. Anthony fled your apartment, and I haven't seen or heard from him since. You were rushed to hospital, and were taken into surgery immediately. They were able to get all of the bullet shrapnel out of your leg, but you lost so much blood, that you slipped into a coma. And you have been for the past 3 weeks. I'd stayed by your side, only going back to my apartment 2 or 3 times to shower and grab some clothes.

I'm so sorry I did this to you Joe. You don't deserve to have me ruining your life, and almost killing you. I told myself that once you'd woken up, I would leave you to get on with your life, because it's what you truly deserve." Tears were streaming down both of our faces, Joe was breathing quickly and shallowly, staring at me.

"Why would you say that?" Was his reply. I looked at him confused. What bit should I not have said. "Dianne please don't leave me. I was going to kill myself before I met you, but I stopped myself and I never knew why. Well, I finally realised why. It's because of you. If I had killed myself that day, I would have never have met you, and you would have never improved my life as much as you have." He stopped to clear the tears from his eyes, and take a deep breath. He squeezed my hand and slowly brought his other hand up to my face, to clear the tears from my eyes.

"Please don't leave me Dianne. I'm nothing without you." He paused. What he said next broke my heart, but also seemed to mend it at the same time:

"You're my suicide saviour"