"Oh my God! This can't be happening! You're lying! Please tell me you're lying!" 23-year-old Kimberly said into the phone to the police officer on the other end.
"Please Miss, listen to me." He said kindly, "I saw it myself. Your husband and daughter have passed. The ambulance has taken their bodies to the hospital. If you would like to see for yourself, meet me there."
Kim slid to the floor as deep sobs escaped her lips. "No, please God, no. Not my baby. She was only 2! She can't be dead! She's too young to die!"
"I'm sorry. I'm sending an officer to your house right now to bring you to the hospital. I'll meet u there." The kind man said into the phone before hanging up.
Kim let the phone slip out of her hand and her body shuddered in misery. She stayed that way for 10 minutes before she heard three swift knocks on the front door. She didn't have the energy to get up and answer it, so she stayed where she was. Her head throbbed from the crying, but she couldn't seem to stop. She felt a rough hand on her shoulder and she glanced up to see a police officer standing there.
"Come on, I'll take you to the hospital." He kindly helped her to her feet and supported her to his car. He led her to the passenger's seat and opened the door. She slowly slid in and rested her head in her hands. The police got in the driver's seat and slowly pulled out of the long drive way.
"I don't know why you're taking me to the hospital. They aren't dead. I know they're not. They can't be. I love them too much." Kim said softly.
"You'll see," the police said matter-of-factly. They pulled into the hospital parking lot and both of them got out and entered the side door. There, waiting for them was the other police officer she had talked with on the phone.
"Hello, Kim. I'm Officer Joe Bradly. I'm the one you talked with on the phone." He offered his hand to her to shake.
She shook his hand and asked, "So, where are they?"
"Oh, right this way." He led her to a room on the second story. He slowly opened the door, then paused, turned, and looked her in the eye. "Do you want me to go in with you, or do you want to be alone?" He asked her softly.
She rubbed her swollen, red eyes, and answered "I'll be fine. I mean, you can stay if you want to, but I'll be fine. There's nothing to see anyway, I mean, they're not really dead. I think I would know, don't you?" She paused to take a breath, then realized she was rambling. She self-consciously tucked a strand of hair behind ear. "Excuse me." She said quickly. He stepped to the side and let her through the doorway. She walked quickly in. Inside the large room, there were two beds side by side. One was bigger than the other. Both had sheets covering the bodies that were on them. Kim turned slightly and looked over her shoulder at the door only to see the officer still standing there looking at her.
Joe nodded his head slightly. "Go ahead and move the sheets, or would you like me to do it?" He asked.
"I can do it. These aren't my family. My family is probably home wondering where I am." Kim said confidently as she slowly pulled the sheet down from the larger bed to reveal to deathly white face of her husband. A slight cry escaped her lips as she then crossed over to the other bed and revealed her beautiful daughter. Kim couldn't hold back the tears as she touched her daughters face. "Sarah... oh, God, please, not Sarah. I love you baby girl. Mommy's here. Oh, God." She whispered. She kissed her daughter on the forehead. She looked at her husband, and touched his cold face. "Chris. Please, Chris. Wake up. I can't live without you. Please...." Sobs overtook her as she gazed upon his once lively face. "Oh, God. Why? Why them? They didn't do anything wrong!" Her whole body shook as she tried unsuccessfully to hold back the tears for later. "Chris," she whispered, "please, take me with you! I love you, Chris! Oh, God. I can't do this." She quickly turned and ran out of the room. "Take me home! Please take me home!" She yelled to every officer she came into contact with. Joe had been sitting in the waiting room and when he heard her yelling, he quickly got up and followed her out of the hospital.
"Kim!" He called to her. "I'll take you home." She turned and looked at him, then followed him to his car. Neither said a thing as they drove to her house. When he parked she opened the door, thanked him, then quickly went inside. She took a bottle of pain killers out of the cabinet and took 4 to relieve the pounding in her head. She went to her bedroom. Lying on her bed, the tears continued to fall until she finally fell asleep....