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From the earth to the morgue

Jackson Roys

I stepped up to the podium, a morbid feeling of somber suffocated everyone in the room. We had our first confirmed murder. I sucked in a deep breath, focusing my eyes on the cameras that surrounded me.

"We have received the results from the blood that was gruesomely sprawled across a wall just two nights ago." I glanced over at one of the reporters, half of his body shielded by his camera, his other half greedily gaping at me, waiting on the mystery to be revealed . He reminded me of a young boy anticipating the ending of his bedtime story. "The victim was, nineteen year old, Jackson Roys," I stared down at the photo of Jackson that was handed over to me by one of the other investigators.

He had this curly brown hair that had found a way to perfectly cup around his detailed, pale face, one single curl even wrapped under his eyes, making his bright blue eyes pop even more than they already did. I studied each of his features. I pictured this young boy, tied up somewhere, crying out for help. I can see him screaming out for me. Why didn't you catch him in time? Why didn't you save me from this? I felt my heart jerk at the thought. A fellow officer cleared his throat, gently nudging me, pulling me out of my delusions.

I slowly pulled my gaze off of the photo as I lifted it up for the cameras to see. Everyone's mood immediately changed. The reporters, who were impatiently waiting for this face to finally be revealed, were now all glaring at the ground, some even blinking away tears. There was always something about seeing a dead kid's photo. Maybe it's the haunting eyes that are left to stare back at you. Maybe it's seeing them alive and well, even though you know they're hidden off somewhere, rotting into the ground.

A young female emerged from behind her camera, tossing her mic to the man that held it up on his shoulder. I just can't do it. I can't sit here and look at him. She then ran towards the door, the clicking of her heels filling the now silenced room. Everyone's gaze laid against the door, maybe we were all debating on doing the same. Just walking out and forgetting any of this ever happened. No one else left. I think we all realized it was to late to ignore it now. A kid was dead. We easily pushed the kidnappings under the rug. To some it was even a joke. Oh, don't go out alone tonight, or the new jersey killer could get'cha! It would usually be followed by a simple 'fuck you' and laughter, but I feel like we all realized at that very point that this was no longer a game.

It wasn't long until everyone looked back towards me. Their glances were desperate. They needed me to say some promise about bringing them all home and making everything okay again, like I had always found a way to do before. But I couldn't this time.

I slipped the small photo of Jackson Roys back into my pocket as I cleared my throat. "I have gotten in contact with Jackson's family and they are all mourning a terrible loss, so please send your prayers and regards to The Roys. We are all saddened by this tragedy, and will be wishing the best for The Roys. The investigation will be continued." I concluded, quickly, as I stepped out of the room making my way back to my office.

I leaned back in my chair as I propped my feet up on my desk , pulling out the small photo that felt like it had burned a hole through my pocket and was making its way into my thigh. I ran my thumb over the photo in some attempt to at least reduce the eerie trance it put me in. No effect. I felt guilty. If I had gotten my fucking job done, maybe this kid would still be here.

A loud knock against my office door caused me to flick the photo onto the ground. Bob peered through the glass, tapping loudly once I caught his eye. I flung my door open, Bob breathlessly pushed past me, "We, have, a problem." Bob breathed out, leaning against my desk. I dropped one of my notebooks on top of the photo of Jackson that clearly laid in Bob's eye shot.

"what's going on? Was there another kidnapping?"
"No, there's somewhat of a riot outside."

My eyes widened as I stormed my way down the hall, Bob following behind me, hastily. I opened the Police station's doors to find a group of women angrily crowded around the steps. "Is there a problem here?" I questioned.

"Yeah there's a fucking problem!" A frizzy-haired woman called out as she pushed herself to the front, "You obviously can't do your job and now Penny's kid is dead!" The woman screeched at me, pressing her finger against my chest.
"I'm going to need you to not touch me. I do not want this to have to turn into a physical altercation."
The frizz-haired woman scoffed as she took exactly two steps away from me. Another large woman stepped up, her short blond hair bouncing with every step. I knew this woman. It was Chris' mother. Her facial expression was a frantic rage, but her cheeks shined with fresh tear marks. "You've let this terrible thing happen Toro! If you couldn't save Jackson, why should I believe you when you say you're going to bring Chris home?" She howled out. a scattered sound of mmhms rang from the crowd.
"Listen, ladies, I'm sorry for what has happened. I feel terrible about it, but there's absolutely nothing I could've done." I replied, trying to calm them.

"Oh, yeah? If that's so tell that to Jackson Roy's mother herself!" Another woman called out from the crowd as a small, trembling , brown-haired woman was pushed up to the front. When she reached me she shoved her hands in her pockets, her gaze set on the ground.
I felt my breath hitch. This was her. This was the mom of the boy who I let get killed. This is what I let happen. I gently reached out, placing my hand on her fragile shoulder.
"I am so sorry, Mrs. Roy. If I could have done anything I promise you I would have. I'm so sorry for your loss and I hope one day I can bring the man who did this to justice for you.

Bullshit! He's such a fraud! Scattered voices yelled out. Mrs. Roy let out a small sob, before she was sucked back into the crowd of enraged women. Chris' mother stood in front of me, her finger pushed up against the same place as the woman's before her, "You know what 'detective' Toro?" She used air quotes to emphasise her statement, "If you won't find this killer, we will!"

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12/7/18

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9/29/18

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12/25/17

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