Joe and Dianne: My suicide saviour

Is this our final chapter...?

Dianne's POV:

As Joe left me I couldn't help but fall to the floor in tears.

I'd just spent the past hour hugging him, calming him down and for what? I knew exactly what he was going to do. He was going to go outside and cut himself. Or kill himself for all I knew. After everything I've put him through I don't really blame him though.

I did this to him. I put him in shitty situations just because I'm too weak to do anything on my own accord. I'm useless. I have been the reason that Joe began to fade in the first place. I was the reason that Anthony went insane and attacked Joe. I was the reason that Danny almost killed him. It was me. It was all my fault.

As I was sat on the floor crying like a child I decided I had to call someone from home. I had to speak to the people I cared about. The time In Australia was 8 o'clock in the evening. I knew that my mum would be around at this time, so I gave her a call.

The phone rang for what felt like an age, until eventually the ringing stopped. But it wasn't because she answered. Not even the one person I knew I could always rely on had time to listen to me.

As the monotonous tone at the end of the line talked about leaving a message, I felt it all. I felt all the shit that had been going on in my life. That I carelessly passed onto everyone else. I stayed in that thought not thinking about the message I was about to leave my mum.

"Hey mum It's Dianne. Um... I - uh don't 100% know what to say but I do know that I have to say something." I took a deep breath in and spoke into the phone. "Mum in all honesty I can't do this shit anymore. No matter what I seem to do I fuck it up. I can't do the simplest of things anymore and I can't seem to find a reason as to why I should carry on. The reason I think I have is for all of you in Oz and Joe. But it seems as though every time I tell Joe I love him, I end up hurting him more. So I think it's time to call it quits before this epidemic finds it's way over to you. Tell Mia and Billy that Auntie Dot loves them. Tell my big brothers that I couldn't have asked for more. And tell Dad that I will always be your little girl. I love you all. Goodbye."

I hung up the phone and started to cry again. I dropped the phone by my side and looked towards the doors.

Narrator's POV:

As Dianne looked at the doors that lead out onto the balcony, she thought about it all for one more moment. She thought about her career and everything she had ever worked towards. She thought about her family and everything she loved. She thought about Joe and everything he'd done for her.

She thought about when they first met. In that makeup room sat a boy with a purpose for life and a calling to be doing something amazing. His hair was a mousy brown and his eyes were the blue that reminded her of her home. Of her family. Of everything she loved. But as time moved on the blue in Joe's eyes went on to represent so much more to Dianne. They became a symbol of hope. Of new beginnings. Of life and reasons for living. And to this day they still represented that to her.

But now that blue was fading. A layer of mist making everything that Dianne loved seem distant and lost. That faded blue now left a mask across Joe's world that effected him everyday of his life even if he didn't admit it. Dianne knew that there is only one way to de-mist Joe's world.

She never wanted it to end like this, but it had to.

She got up and walked across the room. Her bare feet moving along the wooden flooring of her home. She opened the doors out onto the balcony and stepped out into the pouring rain. Each cold droplet feeling like a charge of ice on her skin. She took off Joe's jumper that was keeping her warm and threw it back inside. Now only in a t-shirt and a pair of joggers, she walked up to the metal railing that separated her from an escape out of it all.

She balanced on one foot whilst she lifted one leg over the railing, balancing her heel on the small ledge that kept her from falling on the other side. She grabbed on tightly before repeating the action with her other foot.  

She stood there.

Looking down at the street that moved along metres below her shaking feet.

The rain began to make the colour drip out of Dianne's now wet hair. And make the colour drain out of her life. She locked her arms as her hands gripped onto the slippery metal bar behind her back.

She closed her eyes. Took in a deep breath and thought about why she was about to let go.

"For Joe." She said under her breath.

"To de-mist his eyes and let the blue shine out for the world to be complete again."

"For Joe." Dianne repeated again

She began a countdown in her head.

'5'

'4'

'3'

'2'

"DIANNE!" A male voice screamed from behind her.

"Joe?" Dianne questioned. She knew it was him but still she had to ask.

"DIANNE I'M RIGHT HERE. PLEASE GET OFF OF THAT LEDGE. I'M RIGHT HERE PLEASE COME BACK TO ME!" Joe screamed over the ledge. His voice was on the verge of tears and he was understandably panicky.

"Why? All I do is cause you pain." Dianne said through tears. She still hadn't looked at Joe. "Joe please go back inside this is for the better. I know it is"

"Not for me it isn't." Joe said calmly. This new serge of confidence and calmness in his voice really got to Dianne. She shakily turned her head to see the blue eyed boy on the balcony. His hair was flattened by the rain, and his shirt was soaked through. He had tears streaming out of his eyes and a panicked look on his face.

But this wasn't the image Dianne was shocked to see. As Joe stayed on that balcony with the rain pouring onto his pale skin, he was down on his knees.

Holding out a small box with a delicate ring placed carefully inside.