Sirens began screaming from down the road, slowly but surely getting closer to Dezmond's street. The constant "whooping" from police cars, the loud buzzing from the ambulance. Dezmond bolted straight up, he had been sketching a picture of an owl for his best friend Charlotte,he ripped his headphones out of his ears, trying to listen to what the sound was, he thought to himself "Sirens? Police? I can't remember the last time I've heard police cars in this town, it must be something pretty big."
Dezmond began brainstorming possibilities for all the commotion, he started thinking that maybe someone had robbed a house, but that was insanely crazy, in a small town like Orksville interesting stuff like that just doesn't happen around here everyone knows everyone. He thought again, maybe someone got hit by a car, that would have been more likely than a burglary , especially since the Orksville vs. Satline street races were beginning this week. He thought maybe the 8-ball gang had already started practicing, they were always trying to show off 8-balls new Mustang. D was always severely irritated by him beacuse it wasn't even his car, well it was, but his dad baught it for him just for making the football team, quarterback actually, and his stupid nickname, 8-ball... his real name is Dallas Smith, Dally for short, also stupid. Just a bunch of squares. Big, bland, overrated squares.
Dezmond had been so caught up in figuring out the cause of the sirens he hadn't noticed the brutal, blood curdling cries of Mrs. Down... but he noticed. He rushed to his window to see Mrs. Down in her front yard on her knees, screaming. Mr. Down was on the phone next to her, crying, his hand on her back. Dezmonds heart fell from his chest, down into the pit of his stomach, and hit the ground, Charlotte...
Dezmond bolted down the stairs and blasted himself towards the door, his mom stopped him dead in his tracks. He could see she was fighting back tears.
"Whats wrong," he screamed, "what happened!" His voice tembled, his mother shook her head.
"Please stop," she said, a tear fell from her eye and soaked into her shirt.
"Is it Charlotte?"
"Dez, ple-"
"IS IT CHARLOTTE!"
Dezmond shoved past his mother and opened the door, not bothering to close it behind himself. He sprinted across the street, Dezmond didn't stop to ask Mrs. Down what was wrong, he ignored Mr. Down screaming "No, stop!" at him. He ran inside Charlottes house, went upstairs and stopped. He checked the bathroom. She wasn't there, Dezmonds heart had nearly stopped and was seemingly on vacation at this point. He took a few more steps towards Charlottes room, his hands were sweat drenched from fear, his legs rapidly shaking with anxiety. He managed to make it into Charlottes room and got a look inside. He saw the blood first, then he saw the body.
Dezmond didn't remember much of what happened between the point he saw his bestfriends body up until the point police pulled him out of the house, but there was screaming, there was crying, and then there was anger. Dez fell to the ground and began swearing, cursing God for taking her, cursing Cece for leaving him. Dez crawled towards the body. His chest felt empty and broken. He picked up his bestfriend and held her in his arms, pulling her close to him. Crying into the empty air.
"Please, NO! C, please, come back. I need you, PLEASE!" Dezmond sat screaming, holding the body of Charlotte Down, and then the police came. They pulled the body away from Dezmond and took him out of the room. Blood from Cece's wrists soaked the front of his sweatshirt, and caked his hands. He tried to stop the bleeding... He tried.
The sirens had atttracted the neighbors and a small crowd had gathered around the police crime scene tape. Dezmond remembered what Cece had said to him only a week before...
"One day, I'm going to melt, D, but don't freeze and rebuild me when I do. Please, when I melt, just let me go." Dezmond finally realized what she meant...she was hurting and he failed to notice her melting away in front of him, and now the forever sirens would be forever screaming their lullaby of her death into his mind.