We lost! (part 1)

  "I saw it. Last night in my dreams I saw what is to come. We've lost. There is no hope for the future, no survival for the human race. Our greed has already killed us, we just don't know it yet.
  I saw the devastation that we will bring upon ourselves and I know there is no hope. In my dream I was a part of the final stand but it was a battle that we could not win. Knowing what our future is, I want no part of it. I am leaving this world and the filth of man. For any of you out there who have managed to remain pure, I suggest you do the same. Sayonara, suckers!"

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 Simon finished reading the letter and looked again at the dead body. She was a young woman, in her mid-twenties, her life ahead of her. Yet because of some dream she had cut her life short and all that remained was the stone cold corpse. She was the fifth this month.
  In all his years as a detective Simon had never had such a bizarre case. Five different people of different age and gender who had seemingly nothing in common had committed suicide because of a similar dream they had had. They all had left letter in which they stated that the world is coming to an end and that they wanted no part of this apocalypse that they claimed to have foreseen. Simon was starting to believe that this was the work of some sect but so far the police had found no evidence that either of the victims were a part of one. What troubled Simon the most was the fact that he could see no way to solve this and whatever "it" was it seemed to spread like a disease. He had received information that a lot of people had been admitted in psychiatric hospitals after trying to kill themselves for the same reason this woman had.
  Simon knelt down next to the body to examine it. He felt a small shiver run up his spine. He was used to being around dead bodies but there was something about this one that really put him off. It was like it was emitting coldness and he felt as if her blue eyes were judging him. "I must be really tired" he thought "Because I could have sworn I just saw her eyes move".
  He called the medics to pick up the body and started towards the exit. Another shiver passed trough him and he picked up his pace. He wanted to be out of here as quickly as possible. Not knowing why he turned around to look at the girl one last time. She looked so young and frail and something about her suddenly reminded him of his daughter. Simon rushed out of the building, suddenly feeling the need to be home, fearing that his beloved Laura was in danger although he could think of no reason why that would be.
  He got to his car and turned the key. The engine let out a dreadful noise and smoke came out from under the hood. Some policeman came to help. Simon left them to deal with the car, now even more afraid - the engine had recently been changed, there was no reason for it to malfunction all of a sudden. He took one of the other cars and turned on the siren. He had to get home. Fast!
  He was driving as fast as he could, his fear getting stronger by the second. He knew Laura was in danger and he no longer thought why that was. "I have to get home" he said to him self and seconds later a bus crashed into him. As darkness enveloped him he could see his daughter's face, pale and cold, but instead of her dark brown eyes at him were staring the ice-blue eyes of the dead girl that had killed her self. She winked at him and then there was nothing.

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Okay... so this is part one of a something and it's very cliched. If anyone has any ideas on how to fix that I would really appreciate the help. And there will be more of this story but I have no idea when.