the mystery of kill devil hills

the suicide.

"tuesday 8th of october, 11:47 pm. as the blustery wind whipped my pale cheeks i observed the world. sitting on the top of my building, at the edge. it could all be gone, gone in seconds. less, maybe. sometimes it scares me, you know? the way i'm so willing to leave everyone and everything i have behind. i took a deep breath as my body collapsed to the ground, the floor was lacking warmth. but then again, what did i expect? the warmth of my home? how could i find that on the top of a roof. as the tears began to fall from the idea of a world without me i began to shatter inside, to fall apart in ways i didn't know existed. as i watched the world as i knew it. it'd be over for me, soon. nobody would understand the cause of this suicide as apparently i was the girl without complications, no problems. pretty, smart, supportive family, with all the friends you wish you had. but what if, all the perfection you thought you saw on the outside wasn't half of it. but this, this isn't about what you don't see, this is an explanation. or maybe, not really. but more like a hint, to what drove me to this edge. the clues are there. whoever finds this, careful you may be. as with every clue is a dangerous and haunting story to it. i blame this town for the tragedy that occurred to me." kill devil hills. what a frightening name for a town. but for those who weren't chosen by the town, it was anything but frightening. a lovely place where people could come to relax for a weekend. what they didn't know was things were about to change after stella's suicide. the dead maybe weren't as dead as they all thought. and the living may of been more of corpse on the inside than any dead person in the town. finally, after minutes that seemed like hours of stella questioning if that's what she wanted to do she took a step forward into the dark, on the edge. where there was no more roof to walk. into the air as she fell quickly from the top of the building to the ground. and in that moment, and that moment only. when she was falling at the speed of light, accelerated breath, watching her whole life flash in front of her eyes. in that moment before she ceased to exist, that's when she felt the most alive she had felt in what seemed like forever. and maybe suicide, is that very special moment where you feel the most alive than you ever had. she had felt so helpless, for so long. it didn't make sense to her. why she was feeling that way. but maybe this is how it was supposed to end. maybe some people can't be saved, some don't have hope. but hang in there. this is just the beginning.