Sarah Miller

Jesus, only 17 years old, an early enrollee, I think as I study the police report on Sarah Miller, the fourth victim in this tragic sequence of events. My heart sinks at the details of her final moments. It's hard to fathom the pain she must have been in to take such drastic measures to end her own life. The thought of her lifeless body in that bathtub, her wrists slit and blood drained, is haunting and heart wrenching.

The fact that deputies Liam and Tom Johnson, brothers, I find on the Sheriff’s department website, were the ones to discover her adds another layer of tragedy. It must have been devastating for them to come upon such a scene, and my heart goes out to them as well. The mention of the open door and the blaring television only adds to the eerie and unsettling nature of Sarah's final moments.

Finding the suicide note and the bottle of Adderall, the same as the other girls, only makes me roll my eyes at this point. What connection do these young women share that has led them down this dark path? Another note, in the same handwriting as the note on Madison's report, asks 'Where is the rope.' Where indeed.

I delve into the autopsy report of Sarah Miller. My heart sinks as the same grim details jump out at me. I can't help but feel a deep sense of sadness for this young 17 year old student. Nothing was found in her bloodwork. It only adds more mystery to the case. Exsanguination, ligature marks and hemp fibers, just like the other three.

I can almost imagine the horror of finding her lifeless body in that bathtub. Is this amatuer hour over at the coroner's office? How are they missing this? Is it intentional? Are they getting pressure from higher up? The pieces of this puzzle are starting to come together, but there are still so many unanswered questions that I need to unravel this mess.

I type Sarah Miller's name into the search bar and watch as pages of search results pop up. As I click through articles and social media profiles, I try to piece together a clearer picture of who she was, a ballet dancer and incoming freshman with no chosen major. She was a talented young woman with the world at her feet. I wonder what could have driven her to such a tragic end.

Scrolling through her social media profiles, I see glimpses of a bright, vibrant young woman. Her posts are filled with pictures of her dancing, smiling, and enjoying life. It's hard to reconcile this image with the harrowing details of her ****. Was there something hidden behind those smiles and graceful poses? Was there a darkness lurking beneath the surface that no one else could see?

I take note of her circle of friends and the places she frequented, hoping to find some clue that might shed light on the events leading up to her ****. There are pictures of her with classmates, videos of her performances, and posts about her excitement for college. It all seems so normal, so innocent. But underneath, there must have been something darker. I feel a sense of urgency as I keep searching for some connection between the victims, determined to unravel the mystery of their tragic end.