Hey, here's just a little tidbit of a story. Been practising writing, thought I'd put it to use. If you're interested, follow, fav, review :) Tumblr: emiilysfields
Police cruisers circled the city of Rosewood non-stop. Officers under tremendous amounts of stress stood a rigid watch around the station, the courthouse, hands on their pistols, waiting for some kind of cultish activity to take place. Static calls rang through walkie-talkies, "News on the 5150?"
A mother with teary eyes, dressed in her best clothing hurries along the sidewalk outside of the courthouse, escorted by lawyers, head down, ignoring the overlapping shouts of several reporters whom followed with cameras and microphones. With them, her daughter, head down, hood-up, hand covering her face, dark hair spilling out from underneath. The sound of heels and loafers hitting concrete.
A witness sits inside already, nervously picking at her already ripped nails. Her own lawyer whispers something to her that she doesn't quite comprehend. The judge awaits patiently, he thinks about supper, about murder, about innocence- and what it all means, anyway.
Away from the courthouse, on the other side of the city, up the hill, and into the woods; two girls sit. They don't talk of anything. They look down at the town; sick to their gut, feeling the electricity in the air, but not being able to tell if it came from the overcast sky or from the pandemonium in the world beneath them. "I feel empty." One states, "I feel like I've lost everything."
The other nods, agreeing but too hurt to respond.
A third girl, in her home, sits, guilt gnawing in the base of her gut. An open journal sprawled across her bedsheets, a messy apology written in smudged ink; I'm sorry for all of the things you don't know. If only you knew the length of my selfishness.
A cold dread wraps around her shoulder. It had gone too far. Downstairs, her parents sit in front of the television, her mother puts down her book and raises the volume as a reporter comes live in front of the courthouse. On the national news. "We knew those girls," She whispers to her husband, raising her brows at him- scary, huh? He grunts in response, "You never know who's going to snap."
Today held all of the answers.