I finally arrive at the building in question. I have my gun strapped to my side just in case it turns out who drove my dad to suicide lives there. I walk in and what I see kinda matches dads description. A little frail lady. "Madison, I need the room Mr. Alaster lived in. Right now." I say, frantic. She nods and takes me to room 19. I walk in and she shuts the door behind me. The room is nothing at all like what my father said.
The room has no wall paper, the bed is covered in blood stains. The "television" Dad saw was a box drawn to look like a television. I walk to the bed and something crunches under my foot. It's nothing I ever thought would still be here, especially if Madison lived in here. It's my fathers suicide note. I now start to realize that everything that I have written in red ink was written in blood. I look at it, the writing is so scratchy, and written in black pen.
I have done this on my own free will. I have dissapointed my family, and all I am is a fucking abusive murderer that deserved nothing I had in life. I leave everything to whoever in my family finds this note. I had given anything away to fall into a life of sin, a life I will never continue to lead. I'm sorry for all the pain I have caused.
I feel the urge to vomit all over the floor. I want to scream and cry and... kill for some odd reason. I have to get out of here. I'm going to go home, close the case, and never think about this case again. I suddenly hear a sound I never wanted to hear from this damn room. \
Click.
The door locks behind me.
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Case #4473: The Alaster Suicide of 1984
TerrorLewis Alaster is a man that has been talked about since the early 80's. Detective Eliza must go in and uncover what happened to this poor soul, and what factors are at play to what ruined his life and what lead to his suicide.
