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Standing Still: Trauma
«Should we kill the little girl too? » asked one of the hooded men « We’d put her out of her misery, she seems rather sad without her parents… »
« No! » answered the second man in a deep authoritary voice « We were paid to kill her parents, period. Professionals like ourselves never kill anybody unless we are paid to do so. You still have alot to learn in this business before you get to where I am right now. »
« Anything you say boss… »
And with those words, they both walked away.
Looking as the two killers walked away with a mix of fear, anger and sadness , a blonde 9 year old sat up from the back seat of her her parents’ car. Her vision was blurred by the tears that kept on flowing and she couldn’t make out exactyly what they looked like. From what she has seen, they had hoods on their heads and were dressed entirely in black, but that was about it. But whatever the case may be, the sound of their voices would be forever engraved in her memories. Wiping the tears from her eyes, the young girl started to nudge on her parents’ shoulders, both of them sitting in the front, silently still.
« Mommy… daddy… wake up… » she asked, nudging and struggling to get the words out.
Deep down , she knew that her parents wouldn’t answer her, that they never would again, but she still found it in her heart to try… Just in case.
Fifteen minutes ago, everything was still normal, she was riding in the backseat of her parents car, playing with her doll, Janice, as her parents who were sitting up front were nonchalantly driving up the roads of Central District from a restaurant where they went to eat every week as a family. They stopped in front of a red light, without thiking about it, obeying the laws of the road. The young girl hadn’t even considered that such a thing could possibly happen on the streets of the city, let alone that it could happen to her parents. The lump in her throat made it hard for her to swallow saliva. But somehow, the events that had happened after her parents made a stop in front of the red light kept on playing over and over in her mind.
The window next to her mother shattered and a force sent her maternal figure towards her father. The seat belt she was wearing kept her mom from falling on her father’s lap, keeping her seated. Bits of skull and blood had covered her father face who was appearently in shock of the event he had just witnessed. The young girl had been in shock too, seing only her mother who was as stiff as the doll she was holding in her hands and a smoking gun next to her head, held by a hand that was covered with a black glove.
The window next to her father shattered seconds after that with a bullet hitting the man in the back of his head as he was still looking at his dead wife in shock. Her paternal figure had his face locked in a horrible grin as he was propulsed towards his mother and also stopped by his seatbelt. With all these events occuuring over and over in her mind, the young girl eventually decided to her face in her palms, letting her doll fall to the floor of the car. She didn’t want to see anymore with these purple eyes of hers. She wished she could get these horrible images ot of her mind but she couldn’t … Maybe this was all a nightmare and she’d scream as she woke up and her mother would come rushing to her room and tuck her back to sleep. That would certainly make alot of sense. She opened her eyes, hoping that she would be greeted with her bedroom ceiling, but instead, she was greeted by a flashlight pointed on her and a police officer in uniform.
« Are you alright little girl? » asked the officer with a very concerned tone.
Not wanting to believe what she saw, the child turned back on her belly and grasped her doll and let tears flow on the seat of the car.
« Who were they? » asked a voice.
« The man was Thomas Jansen, the Prosecuting Attorneyr for the Bonnano case, the woman is his wife, Lucrezia Jansen. » answered the policeman who had spoken to her just a few moments before.
« And the little girl? »
A pause of silence.
« Their 9 year old daughter, Anika Jansen… »
Patrolman Ridley Song felt a lump form itself in his throat as he looked at the deceased couple’s identification papers. He didn’t feel nearly as sorry forthe couple as he did for their daughter that was left behind.
At the age of 45, and with more than 20 years of service behind him, Song ahad seen alot of awful things in his life, but the sight of a traumatized child was much worse than anything that he had ever seen before. Knowing nothing better to do, he backed away from the car with his partner and let the police psychologist come nearer to the car to get the little Anika to get out of the car.
It was clear to him that Vincenzo Bonnano’s gang were behind this murder : they had a motif, and this murder was their style. But unless they had a witness that could clearly identify the killers, they didn’t have a case, and Anika probably hadn’t seen anything since she was still alive. All the witnesses in the Bonnano case also died this way wich only confirmed his suspicions. Vincenzo Bonnano would go free and this little girl would be left without her parents
It was unnacceptable.
The patrolman swore that he’d get Bonnano eventually, and that he’d help this little girl as much as he could.
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