Suicide Note

Chapter 3

Hi everyone! Sorry this took so long to update. This chapter is extra long, and there is so much that happens in this. Enjoy!!!!!! (i honestly don't know if this chapter will trigger anyone but i'm gonna add these anyways tw//rape

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"Beep beep, BEEP BEEP" I rolled across the bed, groaning at the bright sunlight in my eyes. My phone said it was 11AM. I shut my alarm off and stared out at the Sunday sky. "It's always gloomy on Sundays" I thought to myself. I went through my normal morning routine today, getting coffee, feeding Felix his fancy feast, and getting on the laptop. I couldn't get last night out of my head, I still didn't know what had happened. I needed to remember the best of what he looked like, his eyes, his hair, something. I couldn't remember. The last thing I remember is getting home... Wait, there is time missing within there, where did I go last night? I checked my phone and saw my texts. "Hey, going to the club on 5th and North, call me if I don't text back tomorrow. Bye :)"

Wait... I went to a club? They have to have a lot of security cameras there. Maybe I can access them. I browsed my desktop for more articles, then hurriedly got dressed. I ran out to my car and headed towards the direction the club is in. I'm genuinely hoping they can pull up the footage for me.

Once I pulled into the parking lot, I walked inside, where there was a cleaning crew fixing the place up from last night.

"Hello, how may I help you?" A woman in a black suit asked me.

"Um, hi, I need to speak to the manager, um, apersondruggedmeandrapedmelastnight, and I can't remember who he looks like. I was wondering if-"

"Woah, slow down, I'll go get the manager so you can talk to him about what you said."

I followed her into a back room, where there was a man sitting behind a desk.

"Hello Mr. Fischer, there is someone here that needs to talk to you." She told him. She urged me to walk into the office, and I sat down into a chair on the other side of the desk.

"Hello, what can I help you with? I'm Charles Fischer, the owner of this club." He boomed. He was about 6'9" and was very muscular.

"Um, hi, I'm Justin. I was here last night, and someone drugged me and raped me and I can't remember what they looked like, so I was wondering if you could pull up a video camera that might of been looking on us at the bar?" I asked, rushing my voice as I went on.

"Oh my- oh my god, are you okay? I am so, so sorry that this had to of happened, our security should have of noticed someone walking out passed out. Let me see the video camera feeds."

He looked over to the computer monitor, and started clicking around the monitor. He spent a few minutes scrolling through the footage when he paused.

"Ok, I found where you are, and I'm presuming he is the one facing you?" He turned the monitor towards me so I could get a better view of the screen. The video camera only got a capture of the back of his head.

"Is there another view of his face, possibly a camera on the other side?" I asked Mr. Fischer.

"I am really sorry, we don't have a camera facing that way. I'm scrolling through the footage, and you and him exit out the back. That son of a bitch!" He yelled at the computer monitor, seeming very concerned for his capture and my well being.

"Ok, thank you so much for showing me this, I can see the shape of his hair, the color and the style seem unique, so he might be able to be spotted out in a crowd."

"Again, I am really sorry for not being able to get a view of his face, thank you anyways for coming to us to try and help, rape cases are going on a lot at clubs this year, and we are really looking to get them to go down." He replied to me.