Meet Me by the Water's Edge

When Dakota Manon died, everyone was astonished. How could a girl living a life so perfect kill herself? How could this happen?

The people wondering this the most, is her best friends. One of her best friends, Lilith Amerson, just can't grip the reality that her best friend would commit suicide. Soon, she has her entire group believing it.

And rightfully so. Because that October night, way up on top of the old run-down train station, Dakota Manon did not jump. Well, not all by herself.

What happened that night? And what will it take to find out?

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Excerpt:

I gaze at the ground, where Dakota had landed with a thump. Where her life was ripped from her hands, her last breath passing her lips. Dakota Manon was dead. She was gone. She wouldn't get the life she deserved. She wouldn't get to wake up next to whoever she married. She wouldn't see her children she had wanted so badly grow up and graduate. And she did it. All herself. I scoffed.

"The hell she did! She wouldn't. I know Dakota, and Dakota wouldn't do this!" I screech, into nothing, to nobody. I begin crying, and stumble forward. I land on my knees and sob. I look at the roof, the damn roof that was just high enough, and my heart stops. I see a little crevice, just big enough for a human, hidden from sight. I also see in that crevice, engravings. I inch closer, and take out my phone, turning on the flashlight. My heart stops.

"Holy shit," I say, barely a whisper.

There, engraved in the human-sized crevice, is the words, 'DM terminated'. And right underneath, a weird marking that I don't recognize.

WARNING: this story contains strong language, and obviously suicide is mentioned. also lots of sarcasm, and a tich of humor. oh, you can't for the super hot guys.