Her

: : Part XXXVIII : :

: : Part XXXVIII : : 

Wednesday, November 23rd, 2011 | Parker’s Family Home, Western Australia | Sienna {16} and Carson {18}

That day was hard for her. It was her birthday, Sienna’s sixteenth. The day was supposed to go completely different. She wasn’t supposed to be taken out of school to ID her parent’s bodies. You would’ve done it if you could. But the police and the hospital need a blood relative to identify them. And Sienna was the only one who had the stomach to do it.

Alex was away for the week, but after all that happened he changed the plan and cut his trip short, arriving home in a few days time.

Sienna’s family was very… for a lack of a better word, strange. None of them wanted to identify the bodies, their excuses consisted of the weakest justifications that you’ve ever heard.

She is a child, she can rebound easier.

She is strong, she is fine.

The image won’t haunt her like it’ll haunt me.

Honestly, they are the rudest people and most self-absorbed people that you have ever met.

But nevertheless, Sienna—on her birthday- identified her parent’s dead and lifeless bodies.

You weren’t allowed in the morgue, but you stood outside the door and waited for her. Once she emerged she couldn’t stop shaking. Her breath was fast and trembled.

“Come on, I’ll get you home.” You told her. You talked to a police officer earlier. He told you that they already took all they needed from the crime scene and sent a clean-up crew into the house to remove all the blood that stained the walls.

“Thank you, Carson.” She whispered.

You drove her home.

She was quiet. Silent. Thoughts burst and tumbled from her head wrote a novel, wrote a pattern of words so beautiful.

You said nothing, what could you say? I’m sorry about your loss? Maybe if you went over to see them they would be alive. Maybe you could’ve helped them live… maybe they could’ve lived to see their beautiful daughter age one more year. But you did, and you couldn’t tell anything. She already knew.

 

The house was eerie and dark. Miserable. It was like it almost knew what happened, that the answers laid someone beneath the walls.

You took Sienna’s hand, squeezing it gently.

She walked through the door and breathed deeply, as if it hurt her. She sauntered through the house, into the kitchen. She dropped her school bag against the wall and stared at the cleaned kitchen. The blood was gone, but a slight red tinge was left were the blood was spilt.

“Sienna, let’s go upstairs.” She said nothing. “Don’t do this to yourself. Come on.”

“There’s so much blood.” She whispered, rasped.

“That is just the cleaning agent; it is tinged deep orange…” You lied.

“Cut the bullshit, Carson.” She said, shaking her head. “Where were they?”

You sighed deeply, and gave in. Letting go of her hand you walked deeper into the kitchen. “My mum said that your mum lay,” you gestured. “Do you really want to know?”