Recessive's

The Death Scene

A high pitch screech bellowed through the city streets as the houses all began to light up. People came streaming out of their rooms, crowding into the streets and clambering up to the bridge where the screaming came from. A frail old lady stood at the very top a hand covering her mouth the other reaching outward with her hand, pointing to the banks of the river. People leaned over the side of the bridge inspecting what had the lady in such a disarray. Gasps could be heard as people saw the lifeless body half out of the water, resting on the bank. Phones were out as people called the morgue, the police, the ambulance. People were running onto the scene, ushering kids away from the edge. Whispers could be heard drifting around the crowd 'rag probably' one man said to another 'bet it was a dare' a concerned mother spoke 'drugs' 'bullies' 'abuse' 'drunk' everyone was making up their own story, all wrapped up in figuring out why the boy did it.

They were so wrapped up themselves no one noticed the small brown haired child, clucking a unopened letter in her small palm, she approached to edge and looked down at the mess of a body on the rocks before turning away and walking back into the crowd. News reporters had arrived on the scene, interviewing some of the people who lingered around the crime scene. Lights were flashing, yellow tape blocking off the bridge. Police scaled down the treacherous rocks to the body, lugging it out of the water. One officer spoke to another

"Brown hair, brown eyes about 5'10" he told his partner as they wrote the description down on a clipboard. Both officers knew it was pointless, everyone looked almost exactly alike, the only way anyone would know who the boy was is if the family stepped forward and claimed him. No one but the family would notice one more person missing in the crowd of people.

The small girl inched closer to the officers, staying in the shadows to remain unnoticed. Looking down at the boy laying on the ground she inspected his face. It was hard to make out any distinguished features in the dark but there was no doubt in her mind that it was her brother. Her brother had jumped off the bridge, her brother had wrote her a letter. Natalie sat down and looked at the now crumpled envelope in her palm, her brother had killed himself. He left her alone in the world.

The five year old brought her knees up to her chest as she tried to close her eyes and picture Brandon when he was happy. It was so hard, he never really had been happy anymore. Even Natalie couldn't cheer him up most days, it hurt her feelings when he pretended to smile for her. It hurt even more when she heard their parents yelling at him and beating him as if it was all his fault. Natalie felt the tears stream down her face as the officers hauled the body of her brother off to the morgue.

He wrote her a letter to say goodbye, he said goodbye to the world when he was only 13. He walked out of the house in the middle of the night, he stood at the edge of the bridge and fell into the water knowing that it was shallow enough to kill him on impact. He had done it all because of the color of his eyes.