'Where the bloody hell are you?' asked Colin as I picked up the phone. 'I've been calling all day. I'm with John and Sarah at the pub, we're waiting for you.'

'Don't you dare speak to me like that Col, I'm fed up of it. Why do you think I'm not answering.' Then I let him have it. Months of frustration at his obsessive calls, controlling nature and his habit of always turning up wherever or whoever I was with. On a first date....that didn't put Col off. He'd try and sit down with us. Making love early in the morning.........he'd have the phone on redial.

Who is he you are wondering? Nobody. Well, not anyone I wanted in my life anymore. Just a VERY LONELY old man who can't take no for an answer. No matter how many friends he is with, it's never enough. No matter where he is, it's not long enough. He wants to be out all day everday surrounded by people.

I heard the phone slam down. Obviously he didn't like being faced with the truth.

I decided to give it until the morning and I knew he'd be calling again and I was right. Always am.

'Justine, where the hell are you?'

'I'm dead. Really dead. Not in the "there'll be a twist at the end and I'll be saved" kind of way. Just dead'

/Stop messing around.'

Amazing he could hear me as I really am dead.