"4th one this week, Johnny Boy."

"Did you check the numbers?"

The tall, lean cop held up the 14 year olds wrist.

"Yeah. We got it covered."

"You know, it's a shame they keep on dying, Fred."

Johnny traced the lines of black and white.

"They were all good people," he looked at Fred.

"Don't you soften up, Johnny. Your a cop," Fred said with disgust.

The two cops walked away. Leaving the parents alone with the deceased person. The dad shook his head. Sipped his coffee. Walked away.

The mom. She picked up the girl and laid her down softly on the completely white sheets. She tucked the 14 year old's hair perfectly below her. She grabbed a knife and cut the rope.

She laid the palm of her hand up wards, so you could see her wrist.

She kissed the girl on the hand, and walked away.

For today, on October 4th year 2764, a girl hung herself.

For today, 0 42000 06200 0 committed suicide.

Too bad they didn't get her bar code.