Joe and Dianne: My suicide saviour

Is it my last chance...?

Dianne's POV:

My head was a complete mess after today's events. I really appreciated Janette coming all the way over just to listen to me talk about shit that really shouldn't concern her. Today had been such a long day. Especially with the news about my pregnancy. I didn't properly wake up until midday today, and it was only 11 pm now, yet this entire fucked up day had seemed to go on for years.

As the door clicked open, my heart went into my throat. Who was it?

The police?

Alijaz?

Anthony?

Was it someone I had no idea about? I quickly bounced off of the sofa getting to my feet quickly to look at the door.  A short, skinny man entered the room. He had mousy brown hair. The vast majority of which was flipped over to one side. A few strands fell to his forehead and brushed the top of his eyebrows.  I looked into his eyes. They were a dark grey, and were red around the edge. There was a hint of blue attempting to shine through, but it was beaten back down by an empty shell of a man.

He had blood dripping from his nose, and a thin line of dried blood going from his forehead down the left hand side of his face. Leaving a red mark down his pale skin. His shirt was ripped at the back and the top half was sodden. It was a blood stained red much like my hair. His left arm was the only bit of his shirt that was intact. However, it was the reddest bit of the shirt. He opened his mouth.

"Are you okay..?" He asked looking me in the eyes. There was something so familiar about his stare and his voice was like music to my ears. I walked forward to him and put left hand up to his face. Leaving it on his cheek. I looked into his grey eyes, to see that the blue was still trying to break free. I looked up to him and felt tears well up in the corner of my eyes.

"What did they do to you..?" I whispered to him. My voice was shaky and quiet.

"It wasn't the police Di. It was Anthony. He's done it again." His voice was equally as shaky and as quiet as my own.  He looked down to his left arm that was left hanging down by his side. I took my hand away from his face and walked into the kitchen.

I grabbed a cloth and put it under the tap for a brief moment, allowing it to soak through. I walked back over to him and slowly rolled up his left sleeve. His arm was in tatters and was completely covered in blood.

I wiped the wet cloth over his forearm and cleared away the blood. He gave out a large expel of air and a slight moan. I ignored it, to see what Anthony had written. I knew this game far to well by now, but I had to see. 

As I wiped away the last little bit of blood, I could see the skin of his arm was red and puffy. It didn't cover up what was written there however. I read it over to see in scratchy and messy handwriting, the message Anthony had left for me.

LAST CHANCE DIANNE

3 words.

3 words was all it took to break me down.

Tears began to fall down my face. 

I walked away from him and headed towards the balcony...