Reliving The Moment

Everyone walks in. The police come, asking me questions. I can see their lips moving but there is no sound, no sound just silence and Marcus’s last words on replay. 

I watch as Troy, Alexander and the other lads come in, all staring at me, unsure what to say. Jackson gives me space. My heart breaks seeing every one of their faces, the pain of the loss. Hours pass by, everyone walking around and talking but I take none of it in.

“Alena, go get a shower. Please, do something.” Jackson kneels in front of me, but I can’t move. I can’t go away. I can’t do it.

“I don’t know how to help her.”

Jackson’s words are quiet. No one can help. Marcus has gone. I watched it myself. He isn’t coming back.  This isn’t like Jackson, where there is nobody, no proof. I saw the body, felt it drain of blood and turn cold in my hands.

“Marcus would be the one to tell me what to do.” Jackson’s head lowers.

Marcus was more than his friend, and his brot