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Frank’s POV

Eff it. Why did I say that? That was my chance. I was beginning to think that I was never going to do this. The next week continued the same way: I was going to do this then I wasn’t.

Then I remembered.

Yet again, Jamia was out with Cherry and Lily and this was my chance.

I ran up the stairs and entered the bedroom again, reached up to the cupboard and pulled out my suitcase. I placed it on the bed, unzipped it and lifted out a bottle. I examined it as it hadn’t been out in years and decided it was okay. Why did I care anyway? I just wanted to get away from it all.

I sat myself down on the bed and tipped out a few pills onto my hand.

“Here goes.”

And with that I dry swallowed the tablets.

It took a while for the effects to kick in but soon I was starting to feel a bit light headed. But it felt good, like I was floating out of the earth, passing white clouds and going away from all my problems.

Wow, this was actually really good. Why did I not think of this before?

Then it was like I’d floated off the earth through a thunderstorm. My vision started clouding over and I could hear hammering in my ears.

And then I blacked out.

Whoa. This is really weird. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Am I dead? Like seriously, where am I and why am I here? Wherever it is, I like it. It’s quiet. Peaceful. I don’t have to give a crap about what’s going on around me. Wait? Nothing’s going on around me. But I like it, it’s like a haven. I really have gotten away from it all.

Hold on, what’s that...that...noise? It’s like someone’s calling my name... Is there someone else here? Or am I alone still? Was I ever alone? Was it just my imagination? I don’t...don’t know.

Jamia’s POV

“Frank! What are you doing?! Don’t muck about with me, babe! Get up!” I called, gently shaking my husband who was showing no sign of waking.

“Oh my gosh, seriously, what’s wrong! Can you hear me, Frankie? Answer me, baby, please!” I was getting more and more stressed out, trying to keep two toddlers out of the room where my knocked out husband was sprawled across the bedroom floor.

“Mummy? What’s wrong?” I heard Lily cry into the room concernedly.

“Nothing, sweetie. I’ll be in to see you and Cherry in a mo.” I said back, trying to sound convincing.

Why would he not get up? What had he done? I knew he hadn’t been right the past week. I should’ve forced him to speak to me. It’s my fault. I’m such an awful wife. Why didn’t I just sit him down to talk? I can’t believe I’ve let this happen. What sort of wife does that?

I needed help.