Killed

 “I’m going to ask you one more time, what happened to him?” the man barks at me as I lay curled around Charlie’s dead and bloody body, tears slurring my voice. I clung to his body as if it could bring him back, reverse the bullets fired through the pistol, reverse the images stung into my mind,

 “There, there was a man. Drunk. He had a... gun. He killed him. But, but, it was... my fault. The man had the gun aimed at me, but Charlie jumped in front to-” I break off, focusing my red, watery eyes to the cop’s stern face. “I don’t care what you think, I didn’t kill him,” my voice becoming stronger. “I love-loved him. No one would kill someone they’re in love with.”

 “People do crazy things.” he says, his face showing little compassion.

 “I wouldn’t do that.” I scream at his face. “I’m not crazy.” I clench my fists that are holding onto Charlie’s shirt, and release them, bloodied and cut. The cop nods his head in my direction and two workers step forward. They begin to pull me off of him, tears spilling onto his face, frozen in a pale smile, his eyes fixed forward at my face. My hands scramble on his shirt, trying to keep hold as the fabric tears. The men pull under my arms, yanking me from his cold body, wrapping their hands around my flailing limbs and my mouth. I scream his name, over and over, muffled by the rough hands covering my mouth. I break loose of the hands, my rage causing my words to spill together.

 “Can’t you save him, you coward? Can’t you at least try? Or did you come just to torture me? Just to terrorize me? My best friend and husband was just killed, and you come here, yelling at me and ordering me to spill details about one of the worst things that’s ever happened to me? You are a coward. You are a villain.” I spit, my words dripping with rage and pain. His eyes narrow at mine and he spits back,

 “Take her out. Anything to shut her up.”

Author's Note

Another part of that novel thing I'm thinking about putting up here... Wrote this about a year ago, so that's why it's a little rough. BUT, I'm about to be in the car for 13 hours tomorrow (Sunday), so it would be AMAZING if y'all could leave some comments/suggestions about what you think about the this, and the next couple of pieces I'm about to put up :)

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

A potent and powerful scene! I feel bad for the girl and I immediately am thinking something is fishy with the cop. Most cops would not be nearly as cold to someone. I like how you put alot of desciption into the scene and everything that was going on. It made it very easy to visualize everything.
The once question that comes to mind though is where the bad guy went? Because I would think that the first order of any police investigation would be to catch the perp, especially after such a fresh kill.

Thanks for sharing Kassie!
Aaron

[K.]

Thank you! And that's part of the mystery of the story ;) you'll just have to wait and see and read for the answers of these questions! And thanks again, your comments always make my day and my writing better! Thanks for reading.

[Craig2591]

Whew! Some very raw emotion. The emotion is portrayed well. But, "My electric blonde hair blows back in the chilling gulf breeze" feels out of place to me for some reason. Maybe it's just me, but it drew my attention away from the powerful feelings she is experiencing.

[K.]

Thank you! And rereading that, yes, it does seem a little out of place. I will change that. Thank you for catching that!