The Art Of Seeking Truth

It started off with just one hole - a simple hole.
A hole that went in one side of his head and came out the other.
Just one small, simple, bloody hole.

And that was supposed to be the end.

One boy. One note. One bullet. One hole.

And that's all it was.

Just One boy diagnosed with clinical depression.
One bullet that couldn't miss.
One hole that went straight through his head,
and One note that explained it all.

That's all it was, that is, until she decided to show up.