Murder Blind to the eye

murder blind to the eye

                                               By : Ciara Alexander   
           In Logan Square Chicago Illinois and in the bleakest of nights, I never thought Id find my aunt and uncle in the same neighborhood as me. But as soon as Matthew Swipe and Marsila Swipe died, that's what I found. There was said to be a murder committed. Something about a house burning down. I was there too. I-I remember faintly the-the person standing there. His hair a bronze brown... like mine...he was wearing a sweater .... I remember laughing while crying because it looked sickeningly like the way I wear them: too big. You see it has to be someone in this neighborhood, because they knew my name. My full name precisely. I don't know how but you know parents, always gossiping. He said my name repetitively "Mike! Mikey Swipe !Why? WHY!?"
               
  Yes I could distinctly remember him taunting me. Despite the hair and sweater similarities his voice was unlike mine. It was rather shrill and high. Like Brendon Urie singing Death of a Bachelor. Like a alarm that goes off on an ambulance. Yes, that was it. The ambulance came. I thought the ambulances shriek was his own and ran.. ran into the forest shouting for the coward and crying. Crying until the cops found me and gave me to these horrible bewitched humans. "Mikey Swipe get down hear and make dinner! "Everyday I climb down the stairs in agony at their voices. I wish the fire had taken them. Not my parents. "Mikey -" "It's Mike."I growled back at my uncle. "Whatever get down here Im hungry, go make me a burger, a shake, and possibly some fries with a -""AREN'T YOU FAT ALREADY!?" I shrieked at him. He turned purple along with his bald head. "Annie, teach this nephew of ours some manners!" My aunt walked in taking off her high heel. What happened next I'm not worthy enough to say.
                             After that unnecessary scene, and there fat bellies were filled I ran down the stairs with a backpack shouting as I opened the door "I hate both of you! I wish you died in place of my parents!"And the door took my side of the conversation and had the last word with a slam.Everything after that was so bleary. So distant. So ...... sorrowful. It-It happened. Again. The sirens, his voice, his flannel, his hair, the only difference: I wasn't crying. I had wasted all my tears on my parents is what I told the cops when he asked was I sad. Then the other questions happened. "Where were you when the fire started?" "I-I have short-term memory loss so forgive  my answers if not full, but I believe I was around the corner. Yes and I saw there the smoke. Falling to my knees. I-I heard
it again."I said glancing at the cops expression. He'd think I'm crazy. I mean who would want to get revenge on a 16 year old like me. Alot of people. People who didn't like me for no reason in this neighborhood. Lots of them I know. That's why I asked my parents can we move. They didn't listen. They didn't care. They died for it. I warned them...I did... now it's too late to bring them back so they could listen. Well now they are sorr - "Did you hear me kid?" I look at him, abashed. His mustache was more round and bent then a boomerang sausage.
                     He looked like he took pity for me. He looked- "Kid?" "Yes?" He shook his head saying "What did you hear?" I looked down frowning."I heard a voice taunting me. Calling my full name asking me why. That's how I know it was no one at school because no one knows my name. They know me by Mike. Even the teacher doesn't know me as Mikey Swipe. At school, my mother made them put my name as Mike Cardinal. My fathers last name. It was an inside joke. I hated it. Only the neighborhood knows about my real name because well, it's a small neighborhood and my father just couldn't contain himself from telling the joke. It would've gotten to the world had it not been for my mother." "Did you see an image or some kind of this criminal." At this I grabbed the cops shoulder shaking it hard. "Yes! Yes how did you know? In fact, You wont believe me, but now I'm sure he is taunting me! Yes! He has the same hair as me and he was wearing a red and black flannel just like me! His voice though was shrill when it yelled !Yes I'm sure-" The cop gently took my hand off his arm ."Kid. Your not wearing a flannel. Your not even wearing red and black."I looked at him, astonished. I looked down at myself "Why- why you are quite right aren't you? I could've sworn I was.I must've taken it off.Well the others are true." The cop looked at me with concern. He closed his eyes and patted my back.
                 "Stay here for the night "he said and brought me a blanket. He was talking to three other cops by the time I was going to fall asleep. He doesn't believe me. I thought to myself. He doesn't. I thought before my eyelids closed. They opened to the sound of three bangs later and I was on the floor. I placed my hand to my head. Why was I bleeding? Two cops came in with their guns. The light flicked on .The cops ran to me ."Son are you okay? Son?"I couldn't hear them. Couldn't speak. I was staring at the blood not only running down my face over my eye, but the blood coming out of all three cops that brought me here in the first place. Out of their heads, and hearts, and stomach.They were shot. The cops looked at me and them over and over again. "Kid do you have any problems?" "problems? Yes in fact I'm bleeding can you not see?" I retorted  
rather sourly, I don't know what came over me. Maybe it was all the murder.The murder…. As a nurse tend to my wounds, she asked me questions again. "Like I said do you have any problems, not that kind but the .... um disability kind. "I stared at her "I have short term memory loss. I also have um... I can't pronounce it right." She looked at me. Just stared and stared and stared like in a traumatized stare a lion might look at you before it pounces.
               "Schizophrenia?" she asked hesitantly.  I studied her skeptically with narrowed eyes. It made her nervous. Where was she getting at? I asked myself. Then I felt it at  the last stitch the nurse put in me. It's like a switch light in my brain. I grabbed a gun trying to pull the trigger at the cop that had asked me so many darn questions, that it was aggravating. SO annoying. Who was she? Who did she think she was? Did she have rights? Was she some detective?  The gun was smacked out of my hand from behind and the other cop jumped on me. "Boy! WHAT THE HELL  IS WRONG WITH YOU?!? ""I guess I was triggered! Get it?"I said shockingly with a nasty, shrill laugh but crying at the same time. I laughed so loudly and menacingly. Please dont look at me that way in your mind, I know what your thinking. This wasnt me, I swear! It was someone taking over me! But.... "haha." I laugh at the idea.... everyone needs a name. Let's call him Bob.The other cop stood up shaking. Trembling. I wonder why. There was nothing to be afraid of. I smiled at a thought. I let out a whoop only to see the cop jump back. I laughed. Laughed and cried, laughed and cried."Mikey Swipe you will see the judge on accounts of seven peoples murder: Matthew Swipe, Marsila Swipe: your own  parents, Tom and Annie Cardinal: your own uncle and aunt, and the three cops you just murdered : our own Jerry, Thomas, and Silena. "