~The Hara Imagines~

Imagine 6: He's Gone (JOSH)

⚠️THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SUICIDE⚠️

Mia's POV:
I sat there in tears on the phone, listening to what my father was telling me. "I'll be there soon Dad, don't worry." I choked. I told him I loved him and ended the call, breaking down in violent sobs.

A few minutes later, I heard the front door open. It quickly closed and loud, quick footsteps were bolting up the stairs. Within seconds, the bedroom door flew open. My boyfriend, Josh, rushed in. He kneeled in front of me. "Baby what's wrong? What happened?" He asked, trying to calm me down. I was in hysterics at this point and it was hard to control my breathing. "M-my unc-cle hung-g h-him-se-elf." I said, sobbing.

"Oh my god! Babe I'm so so sorry." Josh said. He knew the connection my and my uncle had. He'd always be there to give me advice and he always so cheerful. Or so I thought.

Josh wrapped his arms tightly around me and I cried on his shoulder. He softly rubbed my back but I just couldn't stop crying. My uncle was my best friend and my soulmate, we got along so well and had such a strong bond.

"How did you find out?" Josh asked, not pulling away from the tight hug. "My dad." I said, my cries starting to calm down. He traced circles on my back and my crying turned into sniffles. "It's going to be alright baby. He's not feeling all those emotions anymore." That just made me start to cry again.

"We've only got one life. It isn't fair sometimes. Take it as you come cuz' you're racing with the sun in your eyes. Oh when it all goes wrong. Don't let it hurt too long. Nothing lasts forever and everything gets better with time." Josh sang softly.

My crying slowly but surely started to calm down. That song had such a strong meaning, especially in this situation. "I don't know what I'd do without you." I whispered, my throat tight from crying. He didn't reply, he just gave me a short and sweet kiss.

"Can we go to my Dads?" I asked.
"Of course baby. I think he needs you right now."

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Friday 7th February 2020, 7pm.
Sadly, this was written from my own experience. On Friday, I lost my uncle from suicide. He'd been dealing with depression for too many years, and it took the wonderful life he had off of him. I haven't been able to cope, as I also said in the story, my uncle was my soulmate and my best friend. Our bond was unbreakable. We should be planning his funeral next week and I know it's going to break me even more. My mum had been texting him for the past week and on Friday morning, my uncle texted her saying he was having a really bad day. I forgot that I had his number and I never had time to message him because of school problems. Ricky I'm so sorry this happened. I love you so so so much. My buff man ❤️

12th July 1984 - 7th February 2020

(UPDATE: So my uncle's funer has been planned, and its on the 24th February. I'm so nervous, but I know it'll be a nice send off for him ❤️)

(Update: The funeral was beautiful. There were so many people, he made an amazing impact on everyone. The ceremony was beautiful. So many kind words were said. It was really hard though. I met some amazing people and got a lot of support. Fly high Ricky 👑💐🌹❤️👼🕊)

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