You died three weeks ago, so how can you be following me on social media?
Your funeral is packed to the rafters leaving standing room only. Everyone talks about your untimely death and the hole you've left behind.
But no one feels your loss more than me, Mum.
I'm the one returning to an empty house and I'm the one who receives the first notification from X.
Anna Hardaker is following you.
And so it begins. As if things aren't bad enough with everyone whispering, 'that's the lad whose mum's just died,' it's suddenly as if the past is coming back to haunt me.
It's like you're trying to lead us to the truth.
But you're dead so how can you be? There are days when I feel like I'm going mad with it all and the others aren't helping. Suddenly everyone wants a piece of what's going on and what you've left behind as your social media posts become darker and more frequent.
Until we're forced to confront the nightmarish reality that's been staring at us all along.