Blue is Black

An intense impact rattled the car, sending it spinning and spinning, into the bay. As the car hit the merciless water, it sent the bodies of the passengers into a jerking up right position. Air bags dispersed, and they slowly began to sink below the surface. A little girl with blonde curls and a pink sundress was lying still and unconscious in her car seat. The mother in the driver’s seat was leaned over the air bag, and her wavy brunette hair draped around her pale unconscious, bruised face. The boy was different; his eyes were calm as he looked at the water surrounding what was left of his family. This is a good way to end, her thought. After all this is what he had been waiting for, he knew it was coming, so he took a deep breath and watched all the air slowly leave the car. Knowing that he would never have to face another day again, He'd die beneath the blue, which really to him, looked black.

The slamming of the case file onto his desk woke up the detective miller instantly.

"What have we got sir?"

"This morning at about 3am a car ran right off a cliff and into the bay" Said the chief of police

"Sounds fascinating" said Miller while attempting to untangle his feet, in the process managing to fall over backwards in his chair. The chief rolled his eyes and proceeded

"A couple, the..." he glanced down at the open case file "...Walton’s own a summer home right on the coast. They called it in 5 minuets later” sitting himself up right he asked

”Did you question them” the chief looked amused but responded all the same

”Of course, the wife said she’d been in the kitchen making some tea when she heard a splashing sound. She ran out side to look, seeing the car sinking below she woke her husband and called 911”

”What kind of car was it?” Mr. Miller asked

”A black 2005 hundu senate, There where 3 passengers, A widow Margaret Morrison, and her 2 children, 5 year old daughter Delilah, and 13 year old son Jason. All of whom where pronounced Dead as of 7am July 7th, this morning. In the file are the photos from the scene, and here are the keys to the house.” With a second thought the chief added “Don’t mess this one up Miller”

”I won’t sir.”

A taxi pulled up in front of 609 Cherry Acre Blv.

”Thank you sir” said detective Miller to the driver while handing him his money The taxi driver took the money and drove off down the road

”Well this is it huh?” said miller to himself

There was a small pale blue house, the grass needed to be mowed and the flowers were all dead. The picket fence around the front had chipped white paint and a broken hinge. Walking on the cobble stone driveway to the front door Miller noticed a sign which seemed to be an oxymoron compared to the state of things, it read “Home Sweet Home.” Miller would have laughed if it weren’t for the disturbing feeling the house had. The feeling that you really shouldn’t be there, and if you did any thing wrong, you wouldn’t be around to tell about it.

The door handle was cold, which was strange because it was 97 degrees outside. Mr. Miller paused for a second but then turned the handle and pushed open the door. Walking around he saw pictures every where. Pictures of a big man with a smile creating the wrinkled features of his face. Some pictures where of the entire family. Every one had smiles there too, and all the smiles sincere. All except for Jason’s, his smile seemed so fake. His black hair fell over his forehead but stopped right before his eyes. His fathers arm was around Jason and Delilah, while Margaret stood next to her husband.

”What are you trying to tell me?” Miller asked the picture, as he set it down. Continuing to walk around the house miller noticed tissues in all the trash cans. Walking up the stairs he turned to the first bedroom on his right, the master bedroom, where black curtains hung in front of the window to block the light, and more photos where spread out on the bed with a warped look to some of them from tears. The room held the grief of a newly widowed woman just trying to coup.

Feeling the grief that the house held he moved onto the next room. The sign on the door said “Princess Delilah” it was drawn in a cotton candy pink crayon, and had a drawing of a blue pony next to it. Inside the room the walls where all pink and clouds were painted on the ceiling.

A neatly made bed with a flower pillow case was home to about 17 Barbie Dolls, all dressed up for a special occasion. Paper and a box of crayons sat on the top of a desk in the corner of the room.

Turning around to leave Miller noticed a painting hung on the back of the door. Two poorly painted smiling stick figures, holding hands sitting on golden swings. At the bottom of the painting it said “Daddy and me in heaven” Miller smiled and moved onto the next bed room.

The walls in this room were a midnight blue, and a few band posters adorned the walls. There was an acoustic guitar lying on the bed and something was sticking out of it, a piece of paper.

Miller unfolded the paper and began to read.

”Someone needs to know the truth about what really happened to my family. My Mother Margaret Morrison wasn’t really my mother. She was my step mother and a dangerous woman. She was planning to kill all of us and collect the life insurance, I over heard her planning it with someone over the phone, But she caught me and told me if I told any one he would kill my real mother too. I tried to tell my father but he told me that was ridiculous no one listened. So she did, Margaret killed her. My real mothers name was Catharine Wreiner; now because of me she’s dead. The police haven’t found her body yet and still have it marked as a missing person’s case. But her body is in the desert, at least that’s where Margaret told her accomplice to dump it, after she showed me what she had done to my mother. I couldn’t live like that, it took a couple months but I finally figured out how to kill her. I got online and looked up how to make a bomb, which I placed in the grill it was set to go off, when the grill was turned on. Well it worked, but my father opened it first, I didn’t think that would happen. I thought she would open it, but now my father and mother are dead because of me. I knew we weren’t safe, Delilah and I. So I told Delilah that soon we’d see dad in heaven. She couldn’t wait; she didn’t know what I meant. Unfortunately I knew all too well that is had to be done. Today we’re going to the beach. I changed around the wires in the car, so Margaret won’t make the sharp turn by the cliffs. We’re all going to die, it will all be over.”