Digging into the recent past...
I remember being sat on my bed, on Wednesday the 21st January, 2009 (the date is important, as you'll see soon), listening to NIN's The Frail, when my mate called me. Quietening the eerie tones of the Frail, that imperfect-yet-perfect piano piece was on repeat as I was trying to do some work. I answered the phone. My mate was quiet, subdued, as he answered my greeting, and then he said something that changed everything for me and my group of friends.

"You remember that none of us could get in touch with Hannah recently? Hannah's body has been found. She was murdered. I'm giving you a heads up before they release this info to the press tomorrow."

Hannah had been one of my few friends at school and at sixth form. She had gone to uni a year before me, and was enjoying it. We still kept in contact, seeing each other during the holidays, and the last time that anyone in the group saw her was at my mate's New Years party, where she was fairly happy as she'd just gotten out of a harmful relationship and was enjoying being free. We all felt happy for her, as she wasn't one with much emotional strength, and as is so often in such cases, found it easier to stay rather than leave, until she finally managed to leave.

I was shocked. Stunned. This was new to me. People that I knew had died, but they were old and had lived a full life, and usually we knew that their time was at an end. Nobody we knew had been murdered by their psychotic ex who had been unable to deal with her leaving him. None of us in the group in our short lives had encountered such a thing before, and none of us knew really how to deal with it. Some of us, like my mate who told me, struggled with anger, whilst others just went into grief. Me, I dealt with it the only way I knew how. I lost myself in the song I had been listening to, The Frail, and just sat and sifted through my memories of her.

In time, it became a fairly big news story (search the BBC news website for Hannah Fisher and you'll see), and many people paid tribute to her. But it shouldn't have happened in the first place. And now, every time I hear the Frail, it takes me back to that time last year.
(Ghost Atreides enjoying incontestable health benefits on, Wed 3 Feb 2010, 13:54, 4 replies)

Jesus.
Fuck.

Wow.

I'm sorry for you.

That's awful.

Good wishes to you and all who knew her.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 3 Feb 2010, 13:59, closed)

yeah that is bad stuff indeed,

At least he had the good manners to top himself but i'm sure rotting in jail would have made it better for all concerened.
(bROKEN aRROW PUA HVI Master, Wed 3 Feb 2010, 17:10, closed)

Personally
We would have preferred to have him castrated without anesthetic and then tortured for years. He got out lightly by suiciding. Very, very fucking lightly.
(Ghost Atreides enjoying incontestable health benefits on, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 2:52, closed)

Thanks
It is fucking awful.
(Ghost Atreides enjoying incontestable health benefits on, Thu 4 Feb 2010, 2:51, closed)