part 3...
Lindsay sat on the front porch swing with her next door neighbor, clutching her hand. Her lip quivered and she looked out across the yard as the investigators roped off the house in yellow crime scene tape.
A
police officer came over to talk to her and told Lindsay that she
would have to go with him. "NO! I'm not going, I'm not going!"
Lindsay screamed at the top of her lungs. The police officer got down
on Lindsay's level and looks her straight in the eye and smiled.
"Honey, it's going to be alright, you'll be safe, okay?"
After 10 minutes of coaxing and promise of ice cream, Lindsay
took the officers hand and they walked over to the social worker who
was waiting in a van.
She was taken to the hospital and they did tests on her. She was examined and a female officer came in the room and makes her take her clothes off. She had to take pictures and that was when Lindsay started to bawl. "I don't want you to do this anymore; I want to see my momma and daddy!" Lindsay said, pulling away from the female officer. The social worker heard the commotion and she entered the examining room. "Honey, let the officer take your pictures honey, it'll be alright. I'm not going anywhere."
Lindsay slowly walked towards the officer, her footsteps making a soft pitter-pat as she walked. After the exam was completed, the nurse gave her a set of pajamas and she was told to put them on. She put the pajamas on and walked over to the window, looking out as all the people passed by. She leaned against the glass and her breath fogged up the window.
She wrote "help" in the fog and prayed for the world to see.
To be continued...
