(Esmee) His murder (Mi's sdie)

His murder

With a distinct disregard for my life and everyone else’s I leapt over to the driver’s seat and swore loudly as I tried to move the seat so I could actually touch the pedals with my extremely short legs. Eventually the seat slammed forward and with out bothering to adjust the steering weal or mirrors I turned on the engine and slammed my foot down on the accelerator ignoring the forty speed limits and reaching sixty in the space of a few seconds.

I had to find him that was all I knew. I had to be in time to save him or we where both going to end up six-foot under together in a shared grave. He had chosen not to live without me and even though it would involve making our daughter an orphan I could see no way of even trying to go on without him.

I had no idea where he was going to go but I was heading for the train station. He said he was going to do something final and this was about as final as you could get. He had been an A&E nurse to long to consider any sort of overdose and even with the deepest cuts there was a chance the blood could clot before it killed you. Hanging would work but it would mean it would have to somewhere private and he would never risk anyone he loved finding him like that and jumping from high things wasn’t actually as reliable as it sounded which he also new witch left trains; trains always worked with out fail, no exceptions

I swerved into a lay-by at the corner of the street and vomited over my self again before I had chance to open the plastic bag I had been trying to puke into. I had not wanted to stop driving but new there was no way I could vomit and drive at the same time so had wasted valuable moments while I let my emotions get the better of me but as soon as I could I slammed the car back in gear and started up the road again heading desperately for the train station car park.

It felt like the drive had took hours but finally I managed to swing into the train station car park and leapt out of the car not bothering to lock the door before Sprinted faster then I had ever ran before into the busy train station before stopping abruptly in the entrance in a mixture of pure disbelief and extreme fear and for a moment I felt so dizzy I was sure I was going to pass out where I stood. I had forgotten how big the train station actually was; finding Emmet here would be like trying to find a needle in a haystack

I started sobbing loudly then like a lost child my whole chest straining in the pure devastation of my tears my whole body balancing somewhere in between puking, fainting, or peeing my self. There was no way I was going to find him in time and he was going to kill him self; I was going to be his murderer.