Fuzzy Blue Lights

I awoke that morning with bright blue lights flashing outside my window. At first, I thought it was just the television, so I didn’t think much of it, and fell back a sleep. But the lights only got brighter, so, grumbling, I got up and turned on the lights.
But as soon as I did, I wish that I didn’t. It was the cops. I knew they weren’t here for me, meaning one of two things. I shuddered at the thought, right as I did, there was a knock on the door.
I took a few deep breaths, bracing myself for what was next. I began walking downstairs when another knock came, following the first.
“Coming!” I shouted to the door, slightly hurrying downstairs. As I was reaching for the door handle I looked to my right, the only thing I could see was the cable box in our living room.
“2:46” I breathed, “Shit, it’s a lot later than I thought.”
I slowly creaked the door open, hoping for the best, preparing for the worst. Outside there were two cops, a tall, lanky boy a few years older than me, and a fat cop that looked like he was on the ark with Noah.
“Are you Naomi Strickland?” The fat one said, I half expected him to call me “Sonny” and pull a doughnut out of his pocket.
“Yes sir.” I diligently answered.
“Well, uh, do you mind if we come in, then Miss Strickland.” He asked politely.
“Not at all officers, make yourselves at home,” I said bringing them into the house. “Would you like a drink? Water? Tea? Coke?” I asked desperately trying to be a good hostess.
“No.” The younger boy said immediately, he looked really shaken up.
“Um, a coke would be nice,” the elder of the two law enforcers said rubbing his stomach.  I walked into the kitchen, fixing two glasses of soda with ice.
“You sure you don’t want one?” I asked the younger boy. He just stared at me, it looked like he was going to cry.
“I’m fine, thanks.” He said, trying to smile, but failing and just having his lip twitch for a minute.
“Okay then.” I said handing fatso his drink, like he needed anymore sugar.
“Oh!” The old cop said, nearly dropping his glass, “I’m Officer Jenkins, and that’s Officer Crisp, my associate.” He said pointing at the boy who was now shaking.
“Um, not to be rude or anything, but why are you here?”
Officer Jenkins got a really serious look on his face, pulled me over to my couch and sat me down.
“Naomi, I’m sorry to tell you this, but-” he was cut off by the other cop.
“Just tell her already!” he screamed, tears streaming down his face, “quit bullshitting, just tell her.”
“Naomi,” he began again “your parents are both dead. Your father was intoxicated and drove straight off a bridge, neither one of them had a chance. I’m sorry.”
I closed my eyes, I felt my world spinning around me, like a burden was lifted off my shoulders, I couldn’t see anything for a minute, then I snapped back into it. ‘They were gone.’ I thought. I could hear Officer Crisp in the background, “This is horrible, so fucking horrible, I don’t want my parents to die.”
I opened my eyes.
I could hear both cops asking me if I was okay, how I felt, what I needed.
I took a slow, deep breath and sighed really hard.
“Finally.” Was all I managed to say.