Suicide Notes Book Novels & Stories

“This doesn’t read right.” Keller leaned in over her shoulder. “What doesn’t?” She angled the phone to show him. “The timing. Daniel just made him our main link—now he’s dead?” Keller didn’t blink. “Pretty convenient,” Selena said, her suspicion plain. She scrolled to the last page. She found the note—typed, short. Too perfect. Her pulse steadied. That eerie calm when chaos starts making a pattern. “This…” she said quietly. Keller caught her meaning. “What?”

“Poor girl.” Grinning, Dom flipped her off. “Joe wants him dead.” She met Murphy’s eyes with her cold gray ones. “I need a favor.” “Off the books?” Dom nodded and Murphy stood up and went to the refrigerator. She returned with a bag of frozen broccoli. Murphy liked vegetables; she hated broccoli. The irony was not lost on Dom. Taking the bag and water, Dom left. Three days after Mitchell was released on bond, Murphy was called out to a suicide. Mitchell lay on his back in the center of the bed. His wrists sliced open with a razor blade. A suicide note had been typed out on the laptop that was still open.

Of course I wouldn’t know because I had fallen asleep almost immediately, and to think I hadn’t even been sleepy. I cleared my throat quietly as I pulled myself together and sat up, the yellow sticky note on the center table caught my attention at once and I reached out and picked it up, and I read the perfectly legible note quickly; ‘Hey. In a meeting, I’ll be back soon’. I let out a breath as I set the note down. My gaze traveled around the place lazily till it landed on the bookshelf, I stood up, stretched lazily and made my way to it. My gaze skimmed through the books quickly and I found they were all boring stuff about business and all, and I was just about to walk away when a book titl

"Why did you not come find me sooner? Why let me think you were dead?" "Because it was safer for you that way." "Safer?" A bitter laugh escaped me. "You have been stalking me for weeks! Leaving me threatening notes! Trying to poison me! How is any of that safe?" Her head snapped up, confusion crossing her face. "What notes?" I frowned. "The notes you left in my room. In my books. The ones that said 'soon you will be mine' and 'you belong with me'. Those notes." "I never left you any notes."

I take off the multiple layers of the sheet until I find a locked notebook that has the name Aurora inscribed on it. I pick it up and stare at it. Aurora? The name doesn’t ring a bell, but I’m not a child to not know this belongs to Denzel’s dead wife— ex-wife. They managed to divorce before she passed on. I try to open the book but it’s tightly locked. My eyes look for a key despite knowing I can’t find one. I take a seat and force open the under pages I can touch, and gently a note falls out. I pick up the note and forget to breathe when I see the words written there.

Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated:

"What's the meaning of this?" Calvin's voice was slightly hoarse. "She knew she was going to die. She knew Susan was going to kill her! None of us believed her!" Barry took a step back. "Then what's with her giving Susan drugs and saying she'd kill her if Susan stole you?" "I didn't want to doubt Susan either, but..." Calvin's fingers clenched into a fist, trembling slightly. "Thinking about those two notes, something feels off. They look a lot like Charlotte's handwriting, but some of the writing style isn't quite right..."

I wanted to find out more about the silenced ones, but I wanted to know about myself. “Yes,” I said calmly. “But everything seems off-limits to me. Louisa helped me, and we got that book. It's been enlightening to learn about things as strange as what I have in the notes.” Brayden read, but I saw the confusion in his eyes. “I read these notes, but I don't really understand what they say,” he said, and I sighed fearfully.

But when I reached out, I saw that the notebook was open, and on it was a strange note she had made. I picked up the notebook and read the scribbles aloud, "Colors: blue... sad, red... angry. What?" My eyes scanned further. "Healing, flight, power... Angel, demon, hybrid." I shook my head but then looked down at the marked page to find the same topic marked. "Is this all part of a project?" I took a quick glance at all the sticky notes and marked things in the book before lifting it off the floor and placing it back on the table. After a while, I sighed and resumed my search for the book.

She mutters to herself like mental note, and hands over the paper to me. I flatten out the suicide note, my hands shaking. For a second, I start hoping this is all an elaborate prank; a way Lexie had planned to get back at me for being angry at her. I start hoping I’ll read the note and it’ll say something along the lines of ‘gotcha sucker’ and Lexie would spring back to life, laughing her windshield laughter. But only two lines stare back at me in black ink, squiggly and cramped just like I remember Lexie’s handwriting.