Red love

Clouded Vision

Trying to control the never-ending tears, he threw the phone at the wall in annoyance. Sliding down the wall, his heads slid into his hands as sobs shook his body. Crawling over to his beside cupboard he grabbed the bottle of vodka and didn’t think twice before throwing all eight pills in his mouth and downing almost half the bottle of the sour drink. It didn’t even take a minute before his head started to swim and his vision clouded with tears or darkness, he wasn’t sure. He was laying unconscious on the floor, his limbs spread out. If the pills took less then two minutes to work then what would Teresa and a couple of paramedics do after they get there after a 15 minute drive at the least.

Teresa sped through the traffic lights, happy that the roads were dead this time in the morning. She was rather close to his house, about six painful minutes away. She successfully managed to swerve past cars and trucks on the road while she steeped on the gas. Six painful minutes later she pulls up onto his driveway in her Ford Mustang, screeching to a halt. Teresa didn’t even bother locking her car before running up the steps that led to his front door. She kicks the door open calling Jane’s name, only to be met with silence. Searching his kitchen, living room, office, and toilet. The rooms were empty which left her with only two rooms left to check the guest bedroom and his master bedroom. She went with the latter, she kicked the bedroom door down and gasped at the sight, her heat stopping. There he lay, pale and motionless on the cream coloured carpet, a pill bottle abandoned by his side and a vodka bottle half drunken on his bedside table. Her eyes drifted for a moment to the open journal and pen on Patrick’s bed but that could wait, he was more important. Dialling for an ambulance and practically screaming for them to hurry up, she hung up fell to his side, tears falling down her perfectly pale cheeks. She shook and begged for him to wake. Teresa checked for a pulse, he had one but it was faint. Teresa cried into his curly blonde hair, telling him how much she loved him, how she couldn’t lose him.

But as the paramedics rushed in Patrick took his last breathe, and as they tried to bring him back, his body had given up fighting. It had had enough.

Because loving her was suicide, and not even Patrick Jane could overcome that.