How?
My Jaw dropped and eyes froze over and I stood in shock. This was impossible, it just couldn’t happen, not to me. This is the stuff on the news, the stuff that happens to others, an unknown face. Never really affecting anything. I thought about it in shock, it seemed faded and surreal, like a bad dream. Opening the door, seeing the crimson liquid slowly flow down the walls. The area being taped up. The people as faceless as they were countless giving empty “sorrys” and false comfort. The questions in my mind were as simple as the answers were complex, Why? Specifically, Why me? Why at all? Why would one do this? How? How come? Couldn’t their deaths have been less painful? I can’t find an answer. The featureless figures in differing suits and differing frames ask identical questions I cannot hope to answer. I mourn for the day, no longer a day of no note. I mourn for the dead, all whom I loved. Above all else I mourn for myself, for I am completely alone and my future, my hope faded away like what’s left of the blood. I want silence, but secretly know I will soon have too much of it. I hear talk, loud as can be, but silent whisper upon my ears. They can’t find evidence, he gets away. Too much, Too much, I can’t take it! HE GOT AWAY! They know who did it and they won’t do anything! My family dies and The sick sack of s**t GETS AWAY!? They say they were his 43rd victims, just another number to them and I HATE it. I was happy before, I didn’t ant anything to ever change so why did this happen? How could he walk free? Everything’s a blur.
My family was killed with a power drill and He remains free. No suspects, No leads. A week after the funeral, I lay the flowers on their graves and break down asking, Once more, the familiar questions as my soul flees from the misery of life into the dark. My broken frame remains motionless as dawn’s light breaks upon it.
