I blinked the remaining tears out of my eyes and opened the door. The door creaked as it swung inward, revealing cobwebs, dust, and a dark, cold, damp stairway. It was the passage that would take me to Hell.

A small sigh escaped my lips, but I was too exhausted to be afraid. I lifted my right foot and planted it onto the first step and began my trek into the depths of Hell.

Attempted suicide cases were my least favorite. The idea that someone could be so trapped in their own mental anguish that they’d want to take their own life, shook me to my core. And, it reminded me a little too much of the loss suicide had created in my own life.

I knew very little about this case, and already it felt too similar. Too familiar.