The Grief Of Others

Chapter 2: The Loss.

"Can You Tell Me How The Mugging Happened?" The Police Officer Said, Sitting Across From Me At A Large Metal Table. The Faint Lights Built Within The Ceiling Flickered. I Was At The Police Station, Answering Questions Due To The Murder Of Samuel Gravemen. I Tightly Clenched My Fists. "It Wasn't A Mugging For Christ Sakes! It Was A Fucking Assault And Murder! Some Guy With Fucking Scars Attacked Me And My Brother. HE SHOT MY BROTHER IN THE HEAD!" I Screamed, My Voice Begining To Break As I Fought Back The Tears That Welled Up Within My Eyes. The Officer Stayed Silent, A Sympathetic Look Across His Face Until His Eyes Widened. "The Man..What Did He Look Like?" The Officer Said, Impatience Begining To Overcome His Senses. I Scoffed, Leaning Back In My Metal Chair. "He Had Scars On His Face Like, All Over His Face. He Stood About..6'7? He Has Brown Eyes, Black Hair, And Pale Skin." After I Had Finished The Description Of The Assailants, The Officer Stayed Silent, A Look Of Somewhat Grief Yet Pity. After A Moment Of Unbearable Silence He Stood Up. "Um, We Can't Do Anything About The Incident. I'm Sorry, Young Man. I'm Afraid We Don't Have Enough Evidence To File Out A Case. Go Home." The Officer Said Sadly. I Was In Disbelief. This Motherfucker Can't So Anything? I Stand Up From My Metal Seat, Launching Myself Over The Table And Punching The Officer Straight Across The Face, Falling Off The Table As I Tried To Grasp Him To Cause More Sufferable Pain. I Was Apprehended And Eventually Got A Warning Due To My Young Age. I Stood Outside Of The Police Station, The Cold Air Bringing Some Shiver To My Spine. I Begin Placing My Hand Over My Face, Exhaling Shakily. The Tears Fought Back, Trying To Spill From My Eyes. I Simply Sat Down On The Sidewalk.

After Awhile Of Walking, I Finally Ended Up At My Small Little House At The Edge Of Town. I Grasped The Handle, Turning The Knob And Opening The Door, A Large Creak Being Heard. I Reluctantly Opened The Door, Staring Into The Darkness Of The Living Room. I Took A Step In, Closing The Door Behind Me Before I Realized Just A Little Detail. The Door Was Locked The Last Time I Left. My Eyes Widened As I Blindly Run For The Light Switch, Flipping It On As Light Illuminated The Plain Living Room. I Breathed Heavily, Expecting The Same Man From The Alleyway To Be Sitting On The Couch.. Waiting For My Demise. I Sighed In Relief When I Realized No One Was Sitting There. As I Stood There My Fear Began Being Replaced..Anger Consumed My Veins And My Mind. I'd Suddenly Turn Around, Swinging My Fist Into The Wall Over And Over, Bruising My Knuckles And Breaking Apart The Wall. The More I Screamed The More I Began Sobbing. My Brother Was Gone. My Only Family Left. Gone. Nothing But A Corpse Buried 6 Ft. Under. I Walked Over To My Couch, Taking A Seat As I Placed My Hands Into My Face, Smacking It Over And Over. My Knuckles Were Bruised And Bleeding, The Skin Of Them Torn About. After A Long Night Of Grieving And Sobbing..I Fell Asleep On The Couch, Hoping That This Experience Was A Mere Nightmare.

[Daegon]

I Woke Up To The Sound Of A Crappy Alarm And Little Children Squealing As They Played Together. I Groan, My Body Aching From The Beating Yesterday. I Sat Upright From My Bed, Exhaling As I Got Up To My Feet, Taking A Shower, Getting Dressed, And Making Breakfasts For My Siblings. I Stood In The Kitchen, Carefully Making Dippy Eggs With Toast And Bacon. After Minutes Of Cooking, I Served Plates Full Of The Food Onto The Table. I Screamed A Bit, My Voice Echoing Through My Crappy Apartment. "Oi! Breakfast!" I Exclaimed, Watching As 3 Little Children Ran Into The Kitchen, Each One Taking A Seat At The Table And Praying Before Digging Into Their Meals, Eating As If They Hadn't Eaten In Days. I Smiled A Bit, Placing My Hands On My Hips As I Felt Proud For Making Perfected Eggs. One Out Of The 2 Little Girls Looked At Me, Her Amber Eyes Looking Up At Me With Interest. "Bubba..Why Is Your Eye Swollen?" My Little Sister Asks. Her Name Is Delilah. I Smiled Softly, Reaching Over And Gently Patting Her Head. "I Fell And Tripped, That's All." I Said With A Big Ol' Smile Across My Face. Delilah Giggles. "Silly Bubba!" She Exclaims. The Other Kids Laugh. The Other Girl Was Named Celcia. The Only Boy Was Named Miguel. Celcia And Delilah Were Only 5 And Miguel Was 10. They're The Joy Of My Life. I Ruffled All Of Their Heads Before Sending Them Off To School. I Headed Upstairs And Went Into My Secret Hiding Stash, Grasping The Backpack And Unzipping It To Reveal 678,000$ In Cash. I Remembered The Two Guys Who Helped Me, A Shameful Expression Across My Face. "Sorry, Mi Amigos. I Need The Money."

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