Christmas arguments
Nathan and Jennifer had been living together for five years, it had started out happily enough, but things slowly went downhill.
Things had gone wrong when Nathan voted for Brexit and Jennifer had not. Nathan had spent hours on Facebook goading other ‘remoaners’, making unkind comments to genuine people who did not know what to do. He had inadvertently like a page ran by the EDL and was making new friends through it. With Christmas just days away, Jennifer was not looking forwards to the future. When she had tried to discuss her worries about the end of free travel and trade with other countries, he had started to shout her down until in the end she could bare no more and packed her suitcase.
“Go on, fuck off to your European friends” He screamed as she headed towards the door. She left in tears, the drive to her sisters took twice as long as she tried to navigate through her tears.
Nathan sat at home and slowly realised that everything that made his life good was gone for ever. He tried to cut his wrists, but found that it hurt too much to make it effective. “With Jennifer gone, what did he have left to live for?”
Jennifer tried to phone several times, to arrange collecting the last of her things. There had been no reply and the answering machine would take no more messages, so she drove over, dreading the confrontation that she knew would happen. On opening the front door, she could smell the stale blood, she knew something was very, very wrong.
She phoned the police, then called for an ambulance and waited. The flat had been wrecked, the furniture was smashed, all that remained was the expensive TV and games console, but then those were the only things that he had bought for himself. She waited outside when the smell got too much for her.
When the Police arrived, she explained it all to them, she told them how he had changed, how he had started to become someone else, someone she barely knew, how his new on line friends had encouraged him to be bitter and spiteful and angry, pushing away the friends he had known for years. She explained how she had left because there had been nothing to keep her there anymore. After she had made her statement, she left with her sister who had come to collect her. The Police examined the scene and then the body was taken away.
The officers who continued to go through the scene found the hate filled diatribes that he had posted on Facebook, they found the nasty trolling twitter account and they found the blog in which he wrote the various stories that he made up, spreading hate along with his new extremist friends.
Jake and Catherine were the last two Police in the flat, they could see that it had been a suicide, suicides always seemed worse at Christmas, but this one had a dark humour to it and Jake looked up sharply as Catherine suppressed a guilty snigger. “What’s so funny?” He asked, knowing that she would tell him the reason soon enough.
Catherine looked up, “Well, we have had a few of these hardliner Brexit nut jobs on protests, but this is a bit much.” She grinned, it was an evil grin and Jake could not help but smile as she continued. “Prior to this, they had only ever shot themselves in the foot!”