“I just saw her, yesterday” I responded to the numerous questions they were all asking me.

“And what were you two doing?” The man with the mustache asked

“We were hanging out, we went to the park. She was fine. She handed me a..she was fine” I hesitated on telling him what had happened

“She gave you a what, ms. Anderson?” But he insisted on finding out

“nothing. nothing she gave me nothing!” I didn’t want him to know.

“A What, Ms. Anderson?!” He was screamin at me now.

“I said Nothing Nothing Nothing she didn’t give me anything!”

“Don’t make me do something I really didn’t want to resort to”
He was threatning me, I was afraid, i wanted to tell him but I didn’t want him to see it, I didn’t want him to read it, because he would know. He would tell me what I don’t want to believe
I ignored him and looked away

“Search her pockets, officer”
He went through my pockets and finally found the letter, he read it then turned to me as if asking me to say it.

“She killed herself! She’s GONE ?”