I heard her screams.

This satisfied me to my very core. A smile tugged at my lips and I stared down at the blank piece of paper. I wouldn’t go back to see her until I finished the note. The pen hovered in my hand and I started to write.

Dear mom and dad,

I know that when you find this note, you’ll have a lot of questions. I can only tell you that I’m sorry and I love you.

I always left them short and simple.

I stared at the door, and beyond that a long stretch of hallway, then to the room that held my girl, tied to a chair with restraints. The tranquilizer had worn off some time ago and now she was alert.

Alert, terrified, and absolutely panicked.

My smile widened just a bit as I signed the suicide note, folded it up, and stuck it in the envelope that was next to me. Then I scrawled the address on the front and stood up.

Her agony called to me and I was going to answer.

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Author guidance for This story

Trusting a person is difficult - but trusting the wrong one can be deadly.

You should know that this is not a love story. It's a death story.

There are monsters all around us.

This story has three separate point of views.

Copyright - x_Alexithymia_x - 2012.

updated Jan 16 by x_alexithymia_x