Joe and Dianne: My suicide saviour

Is ignorance bliss...?

Dianne's POV:

It had been one month today since I found out I was pregnant. So far it hasn't had an overall huge effect on my daily life. Except for the fact that it is now impossible to wake up in the morning without feeling the need to throw my guts up.

Today was also one month since Joe had the incident with Anthony. I hated everything about that night. A lot of shit has happened to Joe and I since we've been together but that night really messed with my head, It continued to mess with my head to this day. A few times I've had  nightmares about it. About loosing Joe. About loosing my job. About loosing my baby. About loosing anything that is important to me.

I haven't told Joe about these nightmares yet. Mainly because he has been going through so much shit lately and is under stress so the last thing he needs is me bugging him with issues that can be kept from him. Ignorance is bliss after all.

So far today, Joe and I had been trying to have a really chill day. However every 20 minutes or so, Joe gets a phone call about merchandise sales, his company, his channel. So the constant interruptions to our day make it very difficult to watch a film or even an episode of Friends all the way through. 

We'd just had dinner, and I was sitting on the sofa waiting for Joe to finish a 45 minute work conversation on a Sunday evening. I mean what fucker calls at 10:00 on a Sunday. I know that it's Joe's career but I was beginning to get quite pissed off with this by now. I walked past Joe and gestured up the stairs, to tell him I was going to bed. I slowly walked up the stairs, and plugged my phone in to charge it.

I got dressed into a pair of loose shorts that would fit over my bump and one of Joe's hoodies. I got into bed and the moment my head hit the pillow I was out.

That's when it began.

Joe's POV:

I felt really bad for neglecting Dianne this evening. I'd been on the phone talking to my mate Alex about an upcoming project I've been asked to work on in the summer. I couldn't agree straight away and shit loads of stuff had to be sorted before I could agree. I had to have this shitty phone meeting thingy otherwise i'd miss out on possibly one of the biggest opportunities that would allow my career to blow up.

Eventually at around 12:00 the meeting was finished. I felt absolutely drained so went straight up to bed. I turned my phone torch on so that I didn't disturb Dianne who was sleeping peacefully. I got to the other side of the room and into the bathroom. I turned on the bathroom light so that I could kind of see the room and what I was doing.

I stripped down to my boxers. Brushed my teeth and got into bed with Dianne. I fell asleep instantly but was woken up about 30 minutes later when I felt a harsh pain on the side of my head.

Narrator's POV:

As Joe felt the pain, he woke up and quickly sat up in bed. He turned the light on. The sudden change in lighting didn't help his head, he waited for his eyes to adjust to the bright bulbs in the ceiling. He looked over to see Dianne sitting up in bed as well.

"Di did you just hit me?" Joe asked feeling slightly confused. Dianne gave no reply. She sat there staring at the wall opposite them.

"Dianne?" Joe said again. She slowly turned her head towards Joe. He mouth was slightly open and she was on the verge of tears. She looked down at the duvet and then back towards Joe. She began to speak. Her voice was quiet and chocked.

"Joe,"

"Yeah what is it?"

"I... I'm bleeding..."