A Suicide Note

This story was inspired by a promtp form Writersdigest.com.

What do you do when you find a suicide note dated 3 weeks earlier? Do you just go home and hope that they didn't leave this world full of evil and hurt, for the freeing blackness that is death? To a place that at times seems so much easier then the hell we are going through now? I did. I went home and I sat "safe" in my own home. I had sighed and cover my face, wondering what I should do. Lilly was her name. IS her name. She has to be alive. I can't bare to think she died without anyone to notice. Anyone to care.

And I'm going to find her.