Our Beautiful Remains

Infinity

Hiii...

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~flashback carried on~

My heart sunk. My tears stopped. I was frozen.

"HANDS IN THE AIR! DROP THE GUN!" one police man shouted at the gunman. The gunman dropped the gun and dropped to his knees crying.

"I shot a young boy!" he shouted and broke down crying.

"Hands behind your back, I will read you your rights and anything said will be held against you in the court of law." The police officer spoke to the man. The gunman was hurried out the door and into the back of the police van as another van load of cops arrived.

"Is everybody okay?" a police man called as he ran into the ruined Café.

"No." I whispered to myself.

"It's safe to come out." He spoke to everyone still hiding under the tables. I just pushed myself further back under the table and hid. Shock pinned to my face. The one boy I thought I could build a life with is... dead.

"Quick, get this kid on a stretcher and get him to the hospital now!" a paramedic shouted as they picked up Tate's body.

"He is dead. It's no use." I whispered. Just then some black boots stopped in front of the table and then the man bent down.

"Come on sweetie, your safe now." He said holding out his hand. I was far from safe. There was one threat to me and it was lethal, this threat was myself.

I held onto the chair behind me for dear life as the cop tried to get me out from under the table. I screamed and cried for ages.

"Okay, I give up. Honey we are going to have to get you out of here using force if you don't come out by yourself." The cop spoke. He grabbed my foot and tried to drag me out but I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Fuck! You got some lungs kid, I've got to give you that." He said laughing a bit but this wasn't a laughing matter.

"Nigel, can we remove this table please?" the man asked, he wasn't really that old though. He was probably about 20 years old, maybe a few years older.

Just then around 5 cops all came and lifted the table, that was protecting me, away and I was left exposed to the crime scene.

There was glass everywhere and all that was left in here of any use was a couple tables and booth walls remaining. There were about 20 officers in here and at least 6 of them were trying to help me. I didn't need help.

I just curled up into a ball and looked down to the floor. A small pool of blood was about 1 meter away from me. There was only one person who this blood belonged to and I crawled over to the pool and put my hands in the blood and let my tears flow freely dripping into the pool.

"Oh, you knew him?" the younger cop asked.

I just nodded and cried more.

"Brother?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"Friend?" he asked

I shook my head again.

"Boyfriend?" he asked like a final resort.

I nodded.

The cop picked me up bridal style and carried me to the car.

"No cuts? Anything hurt?!" He asked.

I shook my head and held onto his arm.

"I'm Josh." He said