''He Must Of Know''
I stand in grime, filthy sitting room and with pile of paper everywhere. It is dark and dull. It smell of gone off food in the air. The room had yellow strained grounded into walls and ceiling. I stood here look around in this tip of room and with rage boiling up. Guilt and feeling of empty less lingers in my mind. On the other hand it one person less I have worrying about in my life.
My head in reeling from sense of relieve but guilt come flood back. I bite my lips. I approach the 1st pile of paper. Really I should of start the bedroom but just see where the bed is were the it happy/sad event happened. Most of paper is statements from council tax,rent and catalogues. I did find he certificate for he scholarship for he 1st job for engineer.
I am so enrage with myself for move. When I should not of being so selfish and thinking of myself. I let him down, I should of stay in my horrible life in the capital city. He was all alone with only a budgie for company with the TV and radio to listen to.
I sieve through the dreaded bedroom . The smell is strong. I find 2-3 pairing of glasses nest on bedside unit which on hes side of bed. It strange see items of clothes being put into bags which he once wore.
In very coats and jacket that he wore. In pocket, I found bit of peice of paper with my name, address and telephone number on. I get the impression that with hes lung disease was getting worse. He must of know what was happened to him.