I held out my pale hand to touch her bare skin. Her cold dead skin. I shudder and turn away before it gets too much. She has crushed my world. She couldn't take it any longer. Belle had suffered from depression for too many years. Now that's left is a simple memory. Tonight she took her life. Letting it slip, fall from her grasp, letting her demons inside pull her away. Slamming my fist into the table I let out a big cry. WHY?! Why me? Why do I get to fall in love and then have it all pulled away from beneath me, turning me upside down, bruising me. I'm broken beyond repair.
3 years later.
"Mum" I call from the lounge to the kitchen.
"Yes sweetie?" She runs in and sees me sat on the floor with a gun pointed at my head.
She almost faints, I can see her wrinkled skin whiten.
"Honney. You know this won't solve it all, you know you're being selfish. You know I can't live without you, I need you to stay alive. So put the gun down and step away from it." She comes closer so I slide my finger onto the cold trigger.
"One more move, mum, and I will have to shoot my heart so I bleed to death. Would you rather that?" I exclaimed blankly. She needn't know that I have a spare gun hidden under my shirt just in case. "So mum, I give you 10 seconds to either get out of the house and call whoever you need to call or you can stand there and watch me die, it's up to you."
She runs out as fast as her little legs could carry her. Bye bye mum. I love you.
BANG. And I'm gone.
