Ordinary Life

Arrested

I drove straight to the headquarters, crying as I gained speed. Charlie? My best friend? A murderer? The man I trusted? The man I loved as my brother? How? Why? Why did it have to be him? The test clearly gave the fact that Charlie was a killer.

When I made it to the front door, a large crowd was coming out. I opened the door to see Charlie in handcuffs. He had blood all over his shirt and his face. He hadn't been beaten, and he did not appear injured in any way. "Charles..." I said under my breath. His eyes, they were filled with anger and terror. He'd never looked at me the way he did. But question still remained, and I asked, "Who's blood are you wearing on your person?" I shouted. Charles turned around, with officers tightly restricting him. "You're a detective. Find out yourself."

I ran inside, making my way up stairs. In my heels, I ran up the stairs taking me up to the 4th floor. There was caution tape and paramedics up here. Justin was standing behind the tape, with multiple of other people. "What happened? Who was hurt?" I asked in a panic. "Genevieve, let's talk over here..." Justin put his hand on my shoulder. "I don't want to talk over there. What the hell happened?" Justin was lost for words, he couldn't force his lips to form anything.

I squinted my eyes at him and walked under the caution tape and  followed the crime scene. "Genevieve! You can't go back there!" Justin shouted. The paramedics were in the break room. "She's not responding. She's losing too much blood." One paramedic said. "She has no pulse. Continue resuscitation." I hovered over them to see the one that warned me of this.

It was Faith.

She was stabbed, it looked about two times. The scene was gruesome. It was traumatizing.

I cupped my mouth with tears streaming down my cheeks. "Oh my God, Faith!" I felt a hand on my shoulder, and Justin was right behind me, out of breath, it appeared. "I'll get her out of here." He said to the paramedics.

Justin walked me out to the main floor, and just held me. "I didn't want you to see that." He rubbed my back. "My best friend. Is gone. Is dead. Justin, she was like my sister." I said in between my sorrow. "This is all my fault." "Why would you say that?"

I sniffled and said, "She warned me about him but I didn't listen to her!" I cried even harder. "If I had only listened to her..." "Don't blame yourself. Look, just go home and just rest. I'll give you two days off. If you're ready to come back sooner than come, but I can't have this affect your working skills. Okay?" "Okay." "Alright, go on."