Go To Sleep

Chapter 7

Violet's point of view

After Jeff jumped out the window, the cops knew he would get away. They didn't even try to go after him, instead, they turned off the sirens to calm the neighbors. "Are you alright?" One of the men came up to me and knelt down to my level. Tears slowly came down my cheeks, and I wiped them away. I nodded slightly in response. Others looked down from the window to where he had run off to.

"He's gone." A young man said. He looked like he was in his 20s or 30s. The one next to me nodded and picked me up with both his hands. My head throbbed in pain as I tried to walk. "Take her to the station. She's not safe here." He mumbled to the others.

The 3 held a hand to their foreheads. "Yes sir!" 4 of them still stayed and looked for evidence. Once we exited the room, the smell hit me instantly. The musty, rotting smell of flesh burned right through my nose, making me scrunch it up and cover it protectively with my hand. Dozens of bodies lay on the floor covered in their blood, and laying in different poses. Most had deep gashes in their necks, while others had been stabbed in the heart. I gagged at the foul scene.

The police officers held my shoulder and led me away from the corpses. We had to step over a couple bodies though. I squeezed my eyes shut when I saw the head caretaker. Although I saw it for a mere second, it seemed like an eternity. Her neck was sliced open as well as her big belly as her blood and guts oozed out very slowly. The police officer saw me cringe in fear, and picked me up gently. His face showed sadness as he looked steadily at me. I guess he felt bad that I had just gone through all of this.

We made it outside after a couple minutes. The police officer carried me to the car and sat me in the back seat. "I have to go back inside now, will you be okay here by yourself?" He asked me like if I was four, but at that point, I didn't care, I just wanted to be with someone. Tears raced down my cheeks as he turned to leave. I grabbed onto his shirt tightly and held him still. "Don't leave me alone...." I whispered into his back. The man turned around to face me and held my shoulders with both of his hands.

I then noticed how much he resembled my own father. He had the same short, black hair that was slicked back and the same warm, honey-colored eyes that greeted me every morning when I woke up. I started to brawl into his shirt, which made him very uncomfortable. He also looked like he was in his 20's which didn't make it any better. After a while, he had no choice but to hold my shaking body back to calm me down.

He patted my back gently like my father used to, which made me cry even deeper into his chest. The memories of my daddy came rushing into my head as i took in the familiar scent. I remembered the mornings when he wouldn't have to work, when we made pancakes together (which turned out to be a complete failure) when I was smaller and we had tickle fights. When we would cuddle after watching Spongebob, making mom pout in sweet jealousy. After a bit, his walkie-talkie made some noises and he released me. "What's your name?" He says in a sweet voice as he smiles a little. "Violet." I mumble as I wipe my eyes

He pats my head lovingly. "Alright. I'll stay with you Violet." He says after speaking into the devise. A small smile pried at the corners of my lips, his smile was contagious. He sat me back into the car and closed the door gently, getting into the drivers seat. His devise went off again in an 8-bit voice that was hard to understand. "Make sure ... the suspicious car ... front" I couldn't make out some of the words. "Roger that." He says back into the devise as he brings the car to life.

I couldn't help but to stare at the man as we drove along to the station.