Suicide Notes A Novel Novels & Stories

Whеn I wоkе up again аftеr thе drugs wоrе off, she was gоnе. Yesterday I fоund this nоtеbооk. It bеlоngеd tо аnоthеr gіrl thаt thеу tооk. Her nаmе wаѕ Sаrаh, аnd thе first lоgѕ іn thіѕ nоtеbооk аrе from her. I’m ѕаddеnеd аbоut whаt hарреnеd tо her and her frіеnd Luсу.

They did that most of the time to search for evidence and the cause of death. “You’re here, Alpha.” Bobby, the head enforcer, said on seeing me. One of the enforcers brought out a note from the drawer in the room. He glanced through the note. “What the…” “What is it?” Bobby asked, snatching the note from his hand. Bobby read the note and stared at me with bulging eyes. “It’s a suicide note!” My heart jumped aggressively in my chest. Why would she kill herself?

"Should I open it?" "No. I'll do it." Dante reached for it. Winced at the movement. Sienna helped him. The package was small. Wrapped in brown paper. No return address. Inside was a flash drive. And a note. Dante unfolded the note. Read it. His face went completely white. "What?" Sienna asked. "What does it say?" He handed it to her. His hand shaking. The note was handwritten. Elegant script. Familiar. **"I survived. Did you really think you could kill me that easily? See you soon. -L"**

"Medical examiner's notes that suggest her death wasn't suicide, we just need to understand what really happened." Dr. Mitchell was quiet for a long moment. "Where did you get those notes?" she asked finally. "Does it matter?" I replied. "Yes," she said sharply. "Those notes were supposed to be destroyed." My heart started beating faster. "But they weren't," I said. "And now we need to know the truth." I heard Dr. Mitchell sigh heavily. "I can't do this over the phone," she said. "If you want to talk, it has to be in person."

“His hands are obviously a musician’s hands. Not a stringed instrument, so, probably a piano. Family issues can be a factor in his early arrival at school as I have observed in my first week. He doesn’t like spending time with his mother and his father doesn’t want him to have a late record. “Because his parents have issues, he had an expensive lunch but chose to walk instead of taking the car. He came from his mother’s house, rode a taxi to his father’s before coming here, and arrived at the scene. “He left his backpack and coat right there,” she pointed at my belongings; “and ran to the rooftop to try to stop the poor woman from jumping but obviously failed, hence the corpse. He’s holding

The note was waiting like a curse. Savannah noticed it before she turned the key in the safehouse door. Folded once, damp from dew and something darker—red streaks bled along the edge like the remnants of a papercut dragged across skin. It bore no envelope. Just a childlike scrawl pressed in graphite too heavy for pencil alone. "One sister lives. One sister dies. Choose."

She stole a glance at the pictures in the locket hesitantly and placed it down on the table. Tearing open the seal, Sia glanced inside the envelope and saw a flashdrive and a letter. She took both of them out and placed the flashdrive on the coffee table, taking the letter in her hand. Her fingers trembled slightly as she opened up the letter. Closing her burning eyes for a moment, Sia inhaled deeply wanting to keep her emotions at bay but when she failed miserably, she had to open her eyes and look back at the letter. ' Love You finally got it, didn't you? I am dead. You are alive. You are free of everything and everyone. You must be so happy. '

Author Note; Trigger Warning, this chapter contains suicide. While I won’t be describing it in detail, it still might be upsetting to some people if you are sensitive to that. Please don’t read if you are offended or affected by that. Also, remember this isn’t fact, this is a work of fiction I have made up myself, some information might not be factually correct but for the sake of the story, this is how it's going. Enjoy!! --------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter One Hundred and Four

Cole, he works in the managing department. He and Maryanne had been close once, though rumors flew around that they were once lovers. “Hello?” I keep my voice steady, despite the million questions flooding in my head. “Mr. Brookes?” Mr. Cole says, his voice heavy. “Did you see the current news? They found a suicide note in her drawer, Maryanne Anderson committed suicide,” Why can’t I shake off the feeling that the game has just begun?

"They’re calling it a suicide, but the lead detective just made a statement." "Daniel, they found your fingerprints all over the 'suicide' note."