Point of View

Author's Note: This is my point of view, creative piece, for language arts.

Blue is for Nightmares

Losing someone close. It's one of the hardest things to do in life. It brings sadness, but it also brings hope for a new beginning. In the story "Blue is for Nightmares," by Laurie Faria Stolarz, someone dies, but no one ever gets to hear the people who are close to her's point of view. So that's exactly what I'm going to do.  

I stared outside at the cold earth lit only by the dim moon light. The whole world was still except for the slight swaying of the trees in the wind. I got up and brushed the white powder donut crumbs off my navy blue uniform shirt. Well, more so I jumped up because the police alarm blared off right when I went to get up. I sprinted across the room and went to look at the message that came in with the screaming noise. I couldn't believe it.

I read the bold message over and over again, but my mind refused to comprehend what it meant. The message clearly stated that Veronica Leeman has been murdered in her boarding school French room and it was our job to investigate the crime scene and ask questions to the people who found her body. I see these things all the time and it wouldn't have been that big of a deal if my name wasn't Clifford T. Leeman; and if Veronica weren't my daughter.

I was still standing there ten minutes later when the chief walked in the room. He didn't ask me anything like, "why aren't you at the crime scene," or "what are you doing here." All he did was walk across the room and sit down on the chair I recently got up from. After a couple more minutes of dead silence, Chief Brennenberg finally spoke.

"I'm sorry," he silently whispered to me. "I know it's not my fault, but I'm sorry. I know what it feels like to lose someone close. When I was just fourteen I lost my eight year old sister. We got hit by a drunk driver and while I came out with only a couple of cuts and bruises, she never came out at all. The point of my story is just to let you know that you shouldn't let it take over your life. You should live on your life  the way it would normally be. I guarantee Veronica would want you to."

"Okay," I said. "I'm going to go now."

"Good, he replied. "You deserve to have the night off. Just go home and be with your wife and family."

"No , I'm not going home," I stated. "I'm going to the crime scene."

"Are you sure abou-"

"Yes, she would want me to be there." With that I grabbed my coat and slammed the door as I left the building. For some reason I didn't feel sad, but in fact anger filled my body. I sped down the road that lead straight to campus. You couldn't miss the spot where the murder happened because of all the flashing lights, people crying, and the sirens going off.

When I arrived and got out into the chaos, people who I knew immediately surrounded me. Questions filled the air so fast it made me sick. I don't know why people are questioning me, I didn't do anything and I knew nothing about this until the message came in. I was so infuriated now that I pushed innocent people over to go see my now dead daughter. When I did see her though it wasn't what I expected.

I knew it was going to be heart crushed by the sight of her limp body, but it was more than that. It made me sick to my stomach and after a couple minutes of staring at her, everything started to go black. Then I heard people screaming for help and then everything went black.