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Jacques was at the crime scene. It didn't really take him that long to realize what had made him want to kill himself. Because he was going through the same thing. "Hello." Said a voice. "Are you here to check out the crime scene?" She asked. "Yes I am." Said Jacques. "Hi, I'm Marie." She said as she shook his hand. This girl was surprisingly friendly, he thought. The truth was, Jacques didn't like people very much. He thought the whole world was against him a lot of the time. It felt like the ONLY person who was in this bleak depression, was him. Marie actually invited Jacques over to her house, which surprised him even more.

Marie made Jacques some tea, and she made some for herself, sitting next to him. "So, do you have partners for that sort of thing? crime investigations I mean?" Marie asked. "No I don't." Said Jacques. "I don't have any friends." He took a sip. "Any family members do this with you sometimes?" She asked. "Not anymore." He said. She got up from the chair, opened up a drawer, and took out something that sounded like it had capsules in it. What were those? Jacques wondered. "Anti-Depressants." She said. She placed them on the table. "Why are you giving me these?" He asked. "You seemed particularly sympathetic with the victim today." She said. "Makes me wonder if you've had his kind of experience." Jacques took another sip. "Why did you have those?" He asked. "To try and help victims before they die." She said. "It usually fails though. The victims are usually already dead by the time I get there."

"We need to talk to the people he knew." Said Marie. "I've done some research on him. Let's go to his counselor." "Okay, let's go." Said Jacques. Inside the counselors office, they asked him a few things. "So he came here regularly?" Said Marie. "As time went on, he came more and more frequently." Said the counselor.

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Jacques was at the crime scene. It didn't really take him that long to realize what had made him want to kill himself. Because he was going through the same thing. "Hello." Said a voice. "Are you here to check out the crime scene?" She asked. "Yes I am." Said Jacques. "Hi, I'm Marie." She said as she shook his hand. This girl was surprisingly friendly, he thought. The truth was, Jacques didn't like people very much. He thought the whole world was against him a lot of the time. It felt like the ONLY person who was in this bleak depression, was him. Marie actually invited Jacques over to her house, which surprised him even more.

Marie made Jacques some tea, and she made some for herself, sitting next to him. "So, do you have partners for that sort of thing? crime investigations I mean?" Marie asked. "No I don't." Said Jacques. "I don't have any friends." He took a sip. "Any family members do this with you sometimes?" She asked. "Not anymore." He said. She got up from the chair, opened up a drawer, and took out something that sounded like it had capsules in it. What were those? Jacques wondered. "Anti-Depressants." She said. She placed them on the table. "Why are you giving me these?" He asked. "You seemed particularly sympathetic with the victim today." She said. "Makes me wonder if you've had his kind of experience." Jacques took another sip. "Why did you have those?" He asked. "To try and help victims before they die." She said. "It usually fails though. The victims are usually already dead by the time I get there."

"We need to talk to the people he knew." Said Marie. "I've done some research on him. Let's go to his counselor." "Okay, let's go." Said Jacques. Inside the counselors office, they asked him a few things. "So he came here regularly?" Said Marie. "As time went on, he came more and more frequently." Said the counselor.