What's Left Behind

Chapter 7

The detective puts down the suicide note and sighs heavily. It's his whole case told through a young, fifteen year old girl who had been through so much of her life in only a little amount of time. His hands snake up to his eyes as he rubs the sleep out of them. He had been reading all night and it is three o'clock in the morning. His wife and kids had already gone to bed, but he could not put down the evidence. The evidence meant nothing. The case was over and the criminals were caught by death, but he could not help but to feel the tiny sliver of guilt in his conscious.

But why?

Dun-dun-dunn! It's finally finished if you even got this far! Congrats, you finished reading my horrible story.

Before you ask, yes... some of this is actually written from experience, I'm not going to say what, but it's not all made up. This story was originally supposed to be seen by no other human but here it is on Wattpad.

Anyways if you even read this far thanks! And bye-bye!