Her heart is broken, ripped apart by someone she loved. Five years invested in a relationship all for nothing. He lied from the start. Told her lies, sold her a dream and she ended up loving him with all that she had. Her world revolved all around him. She was blinded by something she thought she could spend her life with. She doesn’t consider him a human because humans wouldn’t do that to one another. Her mind is not right, so she paces around the house rapidly. With each step she takes, it gets more difficult to breathe.
“Help me, help me,” she screams in her mind.
She thinks she’s yelling. She’s not thinking straight. She wants to die. Wants to end it here, right now, for it can’t get any worse. She finds a clean piece of white computer paper and proceeds to write a suicide note.
To whomever finds me,
Don’t fall in love. Real love is hard to find. Fake love is dangerous. I invested five years into a relationship for nothing. Although we were not married, I gave that man everything a man should have. I was faithful, carried on the responsibilities of a housewife, committed and loyal. He ripped my heart. Took it out from my body, examined it for awhile and continuously squeezed so that it could not beat no more. Then he stepped on it and spitted on it like if it bared no significance to him. I’m dead on the inside, empty. There is no point to life. Death is an option now. Death was something I used to be scared of, now it brings me comfort. If you find me in time don’t try to save me. Let me die and be free from my misery. I hate to admit it but I’m alone.
Detective Salan hands the letter to his partner and examines the scene where Kyle almost took her last breath. Kyle’s next door neighbor had heard her yelling she wanted to die and had instantly phoned the police to this location when she got quiet. They had arrived just in time, a minute later she would have been gone.
To Be Continued….