Saturday, January 7, 2006

The Midnight Murder

6:00 rolls around. I feel sick to my stomach because I’ve been crying for three hours straight. I stumble out of the house a commence my search for a payphone. There’s still blood on my sock. I come up on a gas station. Finally, I can call the police! I walk up to the building and lift the receiver. Dial tone. I hit 9-1-1 on the keypad.

“911. What’s your emergency?” asks the lady on the phone. I frantically begin to relate the incident to her. “My parents. They’re dead. I woke up in the corner of their room. I don’t know what’s going on. Can you please send the police?” I hear her typing on the computer. “And I see you’re at a payphone; I don’t suppose you live at that location. If you tell me your address I’ll dispatch a unit over.” I reply quickly. “Umm…yeah. I live at 1505 Crescentwater Drive. I think someone broke in. The place is cased and my parents are dead.” More typing. “Okay the police are on their way. I have all the information I need. You can hang up if you like.”

I sit there dumbfounded for a while. The lady on the phone gets a little anxious and finally breaks the five minute silence. “Sorry I have to do this, but the police are at your place and I’m getting another call. Can you go help the police?” I blink a few times. That was quick. “Alright. Thank you for your help. Bye!” I think of it just in time. “Wait! Can I get your name, please? You’re my new hero!” The lady on the phone sounds amazed. “A hero just for doing my job? Sure. My name is Brenda. Brenda Soumy. Now, I hate to have to but I need you to hang up please.” I reply with a sigh. “okay…” I put the receiver back on the hook and head back for the house.

A couple of police are taking my parents’ bodies out of the house to the coroner’s van. The CSI’s are packing up their van and leaving. The rest of the police are standing in a group. They look lost. One of them spots me and runs over. “Hey, you must be the kid who called 911. I’m Jack. You alright?” I look up at him (I had been looking at the ground). “No.” He looks upset. “Ah. I know what you mean. Losing people is not great at all.” I think about what he just said. “I was thinking more of my stomach. I feel like I’m going to puke.” He puts on a look that expresses sorrow. He looks at his watch.

Hey, can you excuse me a minute? I need to make a call.” I shrug my shoulders. He walks me over to the cruiser and walks over to the shrubs in front of the windows. He takes out his phone and dials a few numbers. I look at his phone with envy. His works.

I get up and walk back towards the house. Jack flags me down and mouths directions to go back to the cruiser. I eavesdrop a little.
Jack: “You’re telling me you want me to bring the kid in?!?”
I walk back to the cruiser. He continues to blab on the phone. He walks over to me a few minutes later.

“The boss says he needs a statement. As soon as backup arrives, we’ll go to the station. Alright?” I nod. He acknowledges my attitude. “I something the matter?” I look sadly at him. “Yeah. I have nowhere to go!” He gives a look of disbelief. “Grandparents or other relatives will probably take you in.” I roll my eyes. “I don’t have ant grandparents or other relatives. They‘re all dead. Have been for ages.” He gives me a solemn look. Another cop car comes screeching to a hault and a couple of police file out.

“You ready to go?” I nod. “Front seat or rear?” he asks. “Front,” I smile, “can you drive fast?” He grins widely. “You bet I can! Come on! Buckle up!” I jump into the car and click the seatbelt. I look over at Jack and he’s still grinning. He hits a few buttons and starts the engine, lights, and sirens. “Let’s go!” He floors it.

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