by admin | Jun 28, 2015 | blog, Depressed, Hope, Life, Love, Suicide
8.20pm Everyone in the room looked at the suicide letter on the screen. It had been written by an Australian girl called Samantha Simpson (Sammy), several pictures taken from social networking media sites that Genny had managed to find were also on the screen. In one picture she was cuddling a baby Koala and smiling and in another picture she was sitting on the beach smiling, she looked beautiful and happy. Next to her pictures was a single picture of her lying dead, a picture taken of her as she had been found in Livingston Ward. The contrast was sickening. Before the letter had been found in the pocket of her jeans she had been referred to as Victim 4. This beautiful happy looking young lady was someone’s daughter, someone’s friend, someone’s relative – now, Victim 4. The Letter The first time I saw you at Sidney International Airport, you were reading War and Peace by Tolstoy and seemed to be enjoying it. I had read the book the year before and had initially found it hard to get into but I stuck with it and found myself sailing through the 1,440 pages. I don’t remember who spoke first but I do remember smiling at you and you putting the book down and smiling at me. That day seems so long ago now baby and still I think of it often. We were too ships waiting to board two different planes in the night. You were going to Thailand and I was on the last leg of a 360 travel package. I remember during our conversation you asking me...
