When the sun comes out- Demi lovato

~7~

"Amelia, we're going over to your house now, okay?" Peter asked her.
She nodded.

"Are you okay with going there?" I asked.
She nodded again.

"Okay, let's go" Peter said, as he, Amelia and me walked to one of the police cars.
I actually wanted to go with mine or Peter's private car, but he decided it was better to go in a police car.

"Do you have a key?" he asked her, as we arrived.
She nodded and opened the front door.
She slowly walked in and looked around. Nothing had changed since yesterday, but you could feel the absence of people in the house.
Maybe we only felt it, cause we knew it, but all of us felt it.
I felt a lump in my throat and looked at Amelia, to see how she was dealing with it.
She was looking at a family picture, that hung in the living room. She was trying her hardest not to cry.

"Are you Amelia Adams?" Peter asked when we arrived at the station.
She nodded.

"I'm very sorry for your loss. Are you okay?" he asked her
She just shrugged.

"You know, you don't have to be embarrassed to cry, dear. It's okay to be mad. It's okay to be sad. It's okay to want to kill the whole world right now, as long as you don't actually do it. But that's not my point. My point is, it's okay to show your feelings. It'll make it easier for you to deal with them. If you're gonna keep them hidden inside of you, it's gonna eat you up slowly and you're gonna have a real hard time. It's okay to show your feelings. No one will judge" he told her, as he saw that she had put up a strong facade.
She just shrugged again.

I wish she didn't have to feel like she had to be strong. I wish she wouldn't feel the need to keep all her feelings inside.
I looked around a little and saw a lot of pictures hanging on the wall. Most of them were family pictures. It was probably really hard for her to look at them.

"Amelia, dear, you're gonna have to choose a few of the things here to take with you, okay? You have three boxes that you can fill with whatever you wanna take along from here. We would've loved to give you all, but you're going to live with a family and they probably don't have too much space for everything, okay? Take all the time that you need. We're not in a rush" Peter explained to her, as he rubbed her back.
It was weird to see him be so gentle and sensitive with her. I knew him as Peter, my colleague and friend, but most people knew him as the scary police officer. He was always very strict, so it was different to see him act like this.

Amelia nodded and went upstairs. We decided to stay down and wait for her to come back down herself. She was probably just looking through all the stuff.

After about three hours, we were done. She had filled the three boxes with everything that she wanted.
One box was almost completely filled with pictures. Mostly of her and her family, but also of them all individually.
She also took a lot of things that were either her parents' or her brother's. she almost didn't take anything of herself. Of course, she took some clothes and stuff she needed, but that's all that was hers. The rest was only her family's.

"You sure you're done? If you want to take more stuff, I'm sure we can add one more box" Peter said.
She just shook her head.

"Okay, if you're absolutely sure we're gonna go back to the station now, okay?"
She nodded.

We put the boxes in the car and drove off, back to the station.

"You can go back to the room, if you want, sweetie. Or you can stay here. Your social worker is gonna be here soon and she'll explain everything that's gonna happen next, okay? You don't have to worry about anything. We'll figure it out for you" I rubbed her back, as she walked off to the room.

"Are you okay?" Peter asked.

"I guess. Why do you ask?"

"You look miserable"

"I just feel so bad for her. I can't imagine going through what she's going through. And the fact that she feels like she can't cry, like she can mourn over her loss, like she has to be strong. I just want her to let out her feelings. To tell me, or someone else, how she's feeling. To let us help her, more then just arranging where she's gonna live and that stuff. To help her deal with the loss, emotionally. She needs an escape and I want to help her so badly. I promised her dad that I'll make sure she's okay. I feel responsible for her well being and I feel so bad that I can't help her" I felt tears come to my eyes, as I spoke.

"Yeah, me too. Hey, didn't you say she talks to Corey?"

"Yeah. So?"

"Can you pull him out of kindergarten, just for the day?"

"Why?"

"Look, I don't think once she's in a family, she'll start talking again and go back to normal. Maybe, if she can spent a little time with your son, before she goes to the family, it'll be easier for her. You know, cause she talked and all. It doesn't mean she's going to talk to the family, but at least she had someone to talk to before she continues with her life"

"Yeah, that's a good idea. But let's wait for the social worker to come. Once she's explained everything, I'll get Corey and she can spent some time with him, before she goes away"

"Yeah, that sound good. The lady should be here soon. Let's start arranging what we're going to do with the house and all the stuff, till she comes, okay?"

"Yeah, sure"

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