Right after the funeral of our 15-year-old daughter, my husband tried to persuade me to get rid of her things, but while cleaning the room, I found a strange note: “Mom, look under the bed and you will understand everything.” When I looked under the bed, I saw something terrible… 😱😱

Right after the funeral of our only daughter, who had just turned 15, life seemed to stop.

I remember standing by the grave, barely able to stand on my feet.

People around me were saying something, sympathizing, but I heard almost nothing. There was only her white coffin.

After the funeral, my husband kept repeating:

— We need to throw out all her things. It’s just a memory. It will torment us as long as we keep it at home.

I couldn’t understand how he could say that. These aren’t just things — they are her smell, her touch, her dresses, her toys. I resisted as much as I could, but after a month I finally gave in. I decided to clean her room, which I hadn’t entered for almost a month.

Opening the door, I felt that everything there was the same as before. The air was filled with the light scent of her perfume, and there was an open notebook on the table.

I picked up each thing separately — a dress, hair ties, my favorite book. I cried, hugging them to my chest, as if it could bring her back, even for a moment.

But suddenly a small folded piece of paper fell out of one of the textbooks. My heart sank.

I unfolded it — and recognized my daughter’s handwriting.

The piece of paper read: “Mommy, if you are reading this, urgently look under the bed and you will understand everything.”

I reread it several times, my hands were shaking. My chest tightened. What could she mean?

Gathering my strength, I knelt down and looked under the bed… and what I saw there shocked me. 😱😱 Continued in the first comment 👇👇

With trembling hands, I took an old bag from under the bed. There were some things inside: a couple of notebooks, a box with small items, and my daughter’s phone. The same phone that my husband said was “lost.” My heart sank with premonition.

I turned on the phone – it was still working. The first thing I did was open the correspondence. There was a chat with her friend.

Fragments of the correspondence

February 15, 22:17
Daughter: I can’t stand this anymore 😔

22:18
Friend: What happened?

22:19
Daughter: Dad yelled at me again. He said that if Mom found out even a word, he would make it so that we would both regret it…

22:21
Friend: God, you’re scaring me… Did he hit you?

22:22
Daughter: Yes… not the first time. A bruise on my arm, I tell my mom it was at school, but… I’m scared 😢

22:24
Friend: I need to tell my mom or go to the police, it’s too serious!

22:26
Daughter: He said he’d kill me if I spilled the beans. I believe him, he’s scary when he’s angry…

22:28
Friend: But you can’t keep all this to yourself…

22:29
Daughter: I’m writing to you because I can’t help it with anyone else. If something happens to me, know that it’s him.

These lines burned my hands like fire. Each message was etched into my consciousness. I reread them over and over again, and before my eyes came images of her frightened eyes, how she’d closed herself off in recent months.

I didn’t want to believe then that something serious was happening to her…

And at that moment I realized: my daughter didn’t leave on her own. She became a victim of the one I considered the closest person.