The door was locked,
From the inside.
No one's opening the door.

(Spare key in my bag)

Standing there,
Nothing unusual.
The dishes have been done.
House.
Dusted, mopped, vacuumed.

(Where is she?)

Her bedroom door is open.
I step in,
Her LBD laid on the bed.
Her red shoes on the floor.
Her journal on the night stand.

(Yes, her journal)

"Page 30. Date: 30/11/13"

(It's today!)

"I am sorry, none of this is your fault.
I wish I could make you understand.
I love you, mom."

I start panicking.

(Where the hell is she?)

"I wish he figured it out."

I hear the water running in the bathroom.
The thoughts running through my head.
And I went in.
There she is.
In the tub.
The water blood red.
She looked so pale.
But still beautiful.
She looked blank.
Yet so peaceful.
Why did she do this?
I'm going into shock.

(Call the police, no, an ambulance)

beep beep beep
dial tone

"This is *, what's your emergency?"

"I need an ambulance."

"What's your address ma'am?"

mumbles address

"Okay ma'am, we're sending an ambulance right away."

"Tell me, ma'am, what happened?"

"I-I-I t-th-think I killed myself."

-Doey