Disclaimer: Don't own In A Heartbeat or JAG if I decide to add them.
Author's Notes: This story is a little strange. It came into my head right after I got done watching the movie They. I don't want to say anything else because I don't want to give it away. Happy reading!
The Why
The blood is the thing I remember the most. It was everywhere. In puddles on the hard wood floor. In Maria's hair that was scattered out on the rug, as if she was laying on a crisp white pillow. In blotches that were already beginning to stain the light blue couch. Covering the side of my sister's boyfriend's head like a dark menacing hand. Scattered in small droplets across my baby sister's sleeping features and in a flooded spot on her front.
And the silence. I think that was the worst part of all. Because it hadn't been that way when I went upstairs. When I went upstairs there had been talking and giggling on the parts of two people still exploring a new relationship and some ranting and raving on the part of a girlfriend whose boyfriend was conically dealing with forgetfulness. When I came down the silence was dead.
Everyone tells me that it wasn't my fault. "I" wasn't the one who pulled the trigger. "I" wasn't the one who choose to end my own life and the lives of two others. But I was one who choose to hide in the healing hot waters, while chaos ensued in my living room.
I think about what must have happened there constantly. Where did he hide the gun so that no one could even guess what he was planning? Did Maria even see him before he blasted the bullet from one end of her brain to the other destroying everything in it's path? Did he shoot my sister, his girlfriend, in the chest while she stood in front of the couch in horror? Did he implant the bullet in her head before or after he laid her across his lap on the couch? Why did he do it?
And why did I have to take that damn shower?