⚠⚠Trigger warning: suicide ⚠⚠
-Police officers arrived at 5:37 p.m. Johnson was pronounced dead at 6:02 p.m. by EMTs at the scene.- The neighborhood heard a scream at 5 p.m. Multiple calls were made to the police. Things along the lines of ‘I heard a scream’ were said many times within the few minutes it took for the police to get there. But let's go to where this story begins shall we? With a beginner police officer just starting his job fresh out of the police academy. It's his first week on the job at the age 19. He sat down in his corner of the room and began to fill out the paperwork for the day. Five minutes later a call is made. The chief tapped on his desk, sending him to her office.
“We got multiple calls about a scream two streets down from that big lemon go check it out.” the chief bluntly told him.
“Yes ma’am, on my way,” he replied.
I drove as fast as I could, my stomach sinking the closer I got to my destination. Once I turned the corner I drove up to the house I assume the scream came from, there were multiple people standing outside looking in through the windows. Immediately I step out of my car and politely but firmly ask,
“Hello everyone, could you please go to your respective homes and wait there till I know it's safe for you to be out.”
I hover my right hand over the gun on my hip. I turn the doorknob of the front door and its unlocked. I quickly step inside the home of the unknown. A chill ran up my spine, the house was ice cold, it was as if I stepped into an igloo. I steadily walk down the hallway that sits directly in front of the doorway. inhale exhale inhale exhale
I hear sniffling from a cracked door. Walking up to it I push it fully open, a dirty metallic smell invades my nose. I can feel my face involuntarily scrunch up. I see the red liquid spread across the floor, a little girl sits in the middle of it. Hands, arms, and clothes stained red; tears slowly trickling down her face. A boy rests in her lap; his face white, empty, dead. I look down as I wonder why my shoes are filling with warm liquid. The peeking white socks are now painted red. My shoes are a bit darker - warmer. A burn travels its way up my throat. I want to barf, but I can’t. Instead, I find myself kneeling in front of this little girl. Going further into the sea of red. She’s so peaceful, almost blending in with the background.
“What happened here little one?” I looked down at her and questioned.
“Bubba went back to heaven, he said he couldn't take it anymore…” the little girl stated calmly.
a/n: thank you to whoever is reading this :))
