(You're my) Numbing Cream - the menendez brothers

AUGUST

Please listen to "where's my love - SYML" while reading this. I have it linked above!

"breaking news, the all time famous business owners and hollywood producers Jose Menendez and his wife "Kitty" Menendez were shotgunned to death in their beverly hills home. Neighbours have reported to have heard around 22 shots at approximately 11:00. Their sons, Erik Menendez and "Lyle" Menendez had reported to have come back from the movie theatres to find their parents dead in their famiy den around 12:00"

erik sat, cold and alone in the busy police room, watching and waiting for someone to approach him.
It had been 2 hours since the police got to the house, and since then too much had happened for him to process in such short time.

the reporters and journalists made themselves noticeable from every corner of his eye, and he hated it. he just wanted to leave and be with lyle to discuss everything alone.

The police spent hours trying to get answers out of Erik, only for him to end up breaking down after each question.

It was like each question the detectives asked him was just another push on the barrel that was held to his head.

he was broken. like every peice that had been chipping away at him for his whole life finally crumbled and shattered. And it was on display for everyone to see.

While he sat in the waiting room, Lyle was busy giving out statements to the police. He made Lyle go in first, he didn't think he could speak a word just yet. Maybe he wouldnt be able to at all. He had never been able to speak about his father like this before, how could he talk about him hours after his death?
He always knew that Lyle was emotionally stronger, but through the doors where Lyle was answering those horrid questions, all Erik could hear was lyles heartbreaking cries and it shattered him. he couldn't bare to listen to lyle act like this.

The police room was filled with people, but to Erik it seemed like no one was there at all.
All Erik could hear was people talking. They talked about the crime scene, the bodies, the fatal "blow" etc. but he managed to cancel it all out. The room fell silent to him, even though he knew it was still buzzing with voices.

His own thoughts were the loudest thing he heard.
It was like he was on autopilot, he had a million thoughts per second yet he couldn't register them all. His emotional ground completely shattered, collapsing to a mere nothing. Everything flooded out of him at once.

His eyes were permanently welded with tears, making his vision hazy. He'd never felt this lost. He felt like a shadow, simply breathing because he had to.
The ache deep in his soul that had been growing his whole life finally took him, and he let it happen. He didn't want to fight it anymore, like a weed claiming an abandoned building. It destroyed him, devouring every ounce of life he had left.

He felt a pain in his heart that only a knife could cause, cutting the strings that held the poor boy together.

His face was stone cold, showing no emotion. Tears rolled out of his eyes, leaving wet trails of emotion on his skin. He kept his eyes focused on whatever was right in front of him. He didn't even know what he was looking at. All he could see was his parents, wishing this never happened.
His life memories seemed to flood him, drowning him in the fear of everything.

His breaths were slow and long, using every ounce of energy he had to keep everything in and not explode.

"Erik", a voice behind him snapped him out of his trance. He turned his head around quickly, just enough to see who it was. It was detective zoeller.
"Lyles finished now, we have to start on your profile now okay?". All Erik could manage was a nod, not even a glance was sent zoellers way.

Erik looked up towards the door where Lyle had been questioned. The door slowly opened to reveal Lyle, as well as several other detectives and police officers.

Erik couldn't handle it. As soon as he saw lyles face, he broke down. The gate that had been holding everything in finally opened. Tears flooded out of his eyes,  all he could do was stare at Lyle hoping he could save him like he always did. but this time Lyle couldn't do anything.
Lyles face held no emotion, only his black under eyes and tear stained cheeks could tell a story of what he had been through. He looked so beaten down, so hurt.

"It's your turn now, Erik".