Mad Bloods

Jade Dad picked me up from school, I watched him in the rear view mirror as he declined his phone call for the second time. It had been ringing for a long while now, I kept my arms crossed and mouth shut. As if it helps, it's not like my father doesn't know how to read body languages, he's a police after all. "Just answer it, I'm fine." He thinks I'm mad at him. I am. But I'm not going to be his problem now that I know his promotion made him somehow a 24/7 on call officer. I know he's got a lot on his plate now more than ever, I'm not his main problem anymore. Sheriff finally picked up his phone and asked what was needed by the person who called. "Are you certain?" Distorted audio answered, and my father nodded a few times before taking a sharp turn left. I watched as we enter into a road that seemed unfamiliar. Houses blurring fast from the windows, air starting feel cold. I managed to take a few breaths in. We stopped when we reached a building surrounded by the police line that says do not enter. Dad opened his door and a woman in uniform approached him explaining something about a murder, and he walked as she continues telling him what happened. I watched as he stepped inside the yellow line. I held on tight to my school bag, not scared honestly, but I do feel cold. I tilt my head to see the establishment better, it was old, and dirty, and lonely. Dark clouds hover above it, looks like it's going to rain. It didn't took them long to remember I was here, one officer came with an umbrella, opened the door and invited me out, shielding me even though it hasn't started raining yet. I stepped out and a few steps later, there were circles starting to form in the ground. I ran towards shelter and the officer followed behind. I looked up and realized that this wasn't sheltered by the rain, not so much, I had to go inside the building. I heard the man from afar telling me not to, and decided to went in further inside. Number placards placed by the forensics scatter throughout the ground floor. Red lines stained the wall, scratch marks that broke the wallpaper through, broken furniture, puddles of liquid in the floor… Wait. That's not just liquid, and that's not just red lines. Blood. Not from a person who's still with us now. Surely, not. I looked around and realized that this is not just a typical living room, it had no TVs, no form of entertainment, and furniture was old-style but does not look aged at all. Windows, now crashed and stained, were placed as if they were the form of entertainment for this room. I peeked quickly on the outside, and saw the clouds getting darker. And then there were sounds, not far behind. Footsteps. I ran as quietly as I can and hid behind a wall, trying to calm myself as my breathing picks up. The officer went into the living room to look for me, looked around for a while, and left. I saw him move pass and I felt something beside me. Fur. Big brown eyes. A dog? Why? What…how is this dog...not even looking like a police dog, in a crime scene? Is it the victim's pet? Is it from their neighbor? Whom is it? I walked away from the animal and try to brush the questions away. I was about to enter an area that seemed to be the kitchen, when the dog tried to stop me by walking pass me and sits down in front of me, facing me. "What?" I asked as if it's going to answer. It's a big creature, clearly blocking my steps. "Move, I have to go" I swayed my hands and it's eyes didn't even followed. It didn't move. It stayed. Great. A well-trained dog. I tried to reason with myself and stared into its eyes. And it stared right back as if speaking. "I'm not playing tricks, go away." I was about to walk around it when it decided to stand up and walk to the other side. I looked back to the kitchen and saw shadows of people walking, near. Shoot. The dog knows the right way, of course. I followed it to another room and shut the door behind me. This seems to be the bath. Except it had no evidence of anyone living here, and it looked like a grandparent's, based on its style. No mirrors, no shower products, no curtains, just boring wall in tiles and, well, a tub. I sat down on my feet, and the dog decided we knew each other, and rested its head on my lap. Okay, fine. You won. I stroked white fur above its head and it looked at me with the same big wandering eyes. I realized they weren't brown, they're green. Brown fur. White and brown all around its body. I can't seem to figure out the pattern on the colors, but it's a dog indeed. Well, at least I have company in this misery, I guess. A rare quiet one of its kind. Somehow this non-barking dog seems friendly, and safe. They say you should never look straight into a dog's eyes, it may perceive you as a threat. But this dog doesn't seem to mind, like it's used to speaking with its eyes instead of barking. I don't even know why I'm hiding. It's not like I'm not allowed to be here, my father brought me here anyway. I wondered where he is inside this old wretched building. I wondered if he sent this dog to keep me company. I laughed at the thought, there's no way he would've done that. When the people had finally gone, I decided it was about time to leave. I have to go back to my dad, he's probably worried now. I stood up from the floor and wiped my skirt. I looked outside, and my heart jumped at the sight. Two people are running. A woman, with messed up clothes, running fast. A man, holding a knife, chasing after her. The woman's hair's a mess from running for her life, she looks exhausted, weak, and definitely not in a state to fight. The man, looks very strong, and aside from the weapon in his hand, he would've looked charming. He's beautiful, yet obviously dangerous. I heard the her sob, even when she has her back on me, I could feel her sorrow. And I could see the sadness in his eyes too, he regrets a decision he hasn't even made yet. He comforts her and she calms, her weak knees were tired, her hoarse voice pleading. And then, as if it wasn't worse, I witnessed, for the first time in my life, a kiss right in front of my naked eyes. I rolled my eyes. Then I saw lightning strikes from behind them. I can't see them anymore. They're silhouettes moving and whispering words I couldn't hear. Thinking it was fine now, I tried to calm down too. Until I saw the flash of light, reflecting from the weapon in his hands. That's when I couldn't take it, I closed my eyes. I don't ever want to open them. Please don't let me watch this anymore. After a few of my own heartbeats, he's screaming in pain. Pool of liquid started to flow on their radius, I opened my eyes and saw him on his knees, holding her lifeless body. He wept, and kissed her again and again, an held her in his arms until her hands fall free to the floor. Moments passed before he could put his head up, and then I saw a flash of gold in his very eyes. This isn't right. He's looking straight at me. I turned my heard to see behind me and when I was sure there was no one, I realized I was doomed.