
This post mentions suicide and could be triggering for some readers.
I will never forget that day. It was a Monday. It was my day off from work and I was about to settle in for the day and watch a movie while my partner Travis was at work. My phone rang, it was Mum. “Ahoy,” I said, being stupid. But it wasn’t mum it was her neighbour. “You need to come over, your brother has had an accident,” she said. My brother Sam was living with my parents at the time. “Is he okay?” I asked, knowing in my heart he had done something. “Just come over,” she said.
I rang Trav when I was about 10 minutes away, still holding on to the hope that Sam was okay, and mum had found him before it was too late. I asked Trav to meet me out the front. When I pulled up there was an ambulance and three cop cars, with another one just pulling up. The look on Trav’s face said everything I needed to know. I jumped out of the car falling into his arms, screaming.
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We walked down the driveway together and the thought crossed my mind to just run back to the car and drive away. If I ran away now, it wouldn’t be real, right? “I can’t do this; I can’t go in there,” I said to Travis. “You have to,” he said, “They need you.” I felt from that moment I was going to have to be the strong one.