Joe and Dianne: My suicide saviour

What's with the silence...?

/11th January 2019 - 1:00 AM/

Joe's POV:

I laid in bed with Dianne sleeping peacefully on my chest. After all that had happened, I was glad that we were still together, but there was something that I couldn't ignore. That long message. Tonight was the night. I hadn't told Dianne and I was sure that she hadn't seen the longer message. I didn't want to leave her alone in the house, but I had no choice. I had to be at the corner of Oxford Street at precisely 3:45 to keep Dianne safe. I didn't care what was going to happen to me, but I had to be there. I'd made sure to stay awake all night. It wasn't all that difficult to be honest just because I was so fucking worried about everything.

I looked down at the red head on my chest. I was certain that she became more beautiful with every passing day. I looked down at her, studying every part of her face. I remembered every detail and held the images of her in my brain. Just in case I would never see her again. I seemed to stare at her for ages because before I knew it, my phone buzzed with an alarm telling me it was 2:50 am. I turned it off quickly to ensure that I din't wake her up. I hugged her tightly before rolling her over to the other side of the bed so that I could get out. I had exactly 55 minutes to get to Oxford Street which was more than enough time. I got out of bed and got dressed into a plain white T-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans. I pulled on some trainers and a jacket. I grabbed my keys and phone off of my desk and left the room. However before I left, I looked back over to Dianne. I had an idea and quickly went back over to my desk to write something down for her. I left her £100 in cash and my phone. I put the note in a envelope with the money and left it and my phone on my pillow. I gently kissed her on the head "I'll be back for you."I whispered this to her before leaving the room and closing the door behind me.

I left the house and went down to the street to call a cab. I arrived at the corner of Oxford Street with 4 minutes to spare. I waited at the corner of the usually very busy street to find it in a creepy silence. I lent on a lamp-post staring at my watch. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

It was 3:45 and I was here. Nothing happened until I heard someone step up behind me. I didn't want to turn round. I didn't have to. I felt a severe pain on the back of my head, and then as I fell to the ground, all i could feel was the pain, and my entire body being swallowed up by darkness.

Dianne's POV:

I woke up in bed to find myself alone. Light was streaming through the base of the curtains and Joe was nowhere to be seen. I looked over to his side of the bed, to find it made and freezing cold. He hadn't been here for a while. On his pillow, I could see his phone along with an envelope with my name on it. I opened the envelope to find a letter and £100 in cash. I opened out the letter and read it:

'Dianne. I can imagine that you have probably woken up to an empty house feeling quite confused. I'm about to explain everything now.

So 3 days ago when I first got those messages and read through them without you, a message giving me a set of instructions to keep you safe was sent to me. It told me what to do if I truly cared for you and loved you. Well, that's what I am doing right now. I've left my phone so that you can find the message and read it for yourself. It's up on the screen already and my pass code is the date we first met. Now I am going to leave you with a few instructions. I want you to do these the moment that you wake up. Don't hesitate and don't be afraid. This is for your safety.

1: Pack a bag with a few days worth of clothes and any valuables that you have

2: Get a cab and got the this address (address written here) use the £100 you find enclosed to pay for the cab

3: Stay at this address and don't leave until I get to you. If you need anything, the people that live there will help you out but whatever you do, don't leave.

4: Be patient and don't get the police involved.

I'm sorry that this has to happen, but I can't afford to put your life in danger. Don't worry about me, I will be absolutely fine. I love you with all my heart, and like we have said before, we will sort this out together.

Joe xx'

I read the note over and over again, trying to make sense of it all. I trusted Joe with my life, and did what I was told to do. I packed a bag and left the house, going down to the main road to get in a cab. I had the note, money and Joe's phone clasped in my hands. I wanted to cry I really did, but for some reason my body wouldn't let me. I put Joe's phone down on the seat next to me, not daring to look at the message yet.

I looked out of the window of the cab I was now in and saw that the driver was taking me way out of London, and down towards the coast of England. Where the fuck was this place? I sat in silence for around 40 minutes in the cab. My head was a mess. Thoughts darted about left, right and centre, jumbling up as they did so. Suddenly the car stopped and I payed the driver. I went up to the house he had pulled outside of and knocked on the door. It was a large house and looked really nice. A short woman around my age who looked a lot like Joe opened the door,

"Dianne?"