WARNING: THIS CONTAINS MATTER OF SUICIDE. IF THIS BOTHERS YOU, ITS BEST YOU TURN AWAY.



Dom's POV



I slam the door, as I push myself in the house. Pushing my hand on the banister, and when I do. I could hear her husky voice.

"How about you giving me a massage?"

I close my eyes and try to ignore it. But her voice comes back.

"You know I love you right?"

I drag my tired body upstairs. And take out the key from my pocket, and I walk in the room. It doesn't smell like her anymore. It smells like that skank. It feels like Letty's presence has left the room. I look through her clothes, inhaling the smells. I found this top and I take it out. Pressing it against my face, the tears slowly come. And my body starts shaking as I fall down hard on the bed.

"Why did you have to leave?"

I whisper against the fabric.

"Why? I feel ... I feel so empty. Why did you leave me?"



I slip off the bed and crawl into the bathroom. The top still in my hand. Pulling myself up, to look in the mirror. Thrusting my hands over my head. My eyes are practically popping out. My face is stained with tears and months worth of stubble. I slowly wash my face. I look in the mirror. Letty ... She's there ... I can see her. I press my hands against the glass ... and she ... she fades away.

"Come back. PLEASE!"

I start shaking the mirror and I pull it off the wall and throw it on the floor. I watch as it smashes. I can still hear it, as I slide on the floor. My chest throbbing and I can barely breath.

"I ... I wanna go .. home."



Without thinking, I pick up a piece of glass off the floor. I stare at it for a while. Not knowing what I was going to do. And before I could think, I press the glass into my wrist/ The blood starts trickling, as I do. The only thing I feel now is the pain. Everything .. everything is gone. So I do the same with the other wrist. And I watch .. I watch as the blood pours.

I lay down on my side, closing my eyes. Pressing the shirt against my face. And I pray for her.