Chapter One- At The Scene Of The Crime

Chapter One

Dawn was breaking, and people were beginning to leave the scene of the crime. I had never seen anything quite like the incident I witnessed tonight. Wrapped in a fleece blanket, I was sitting in the back of an ambulance. I never could have pictured myself here. Especially not as young as I am now. I'm only fifteen, and I'm not really sure that I'm ready for questioning and the whole experience of being a witness. The name is Allister Young, born and raised in Long Beach California. It's not the safest nor best place in the Golden State, that's where I'm from.
I deeply stared into the eyes of the victim that lied down before me. Her eyes were the most bonny eyes! It's like those things you see on that cases of DVD's sometimes(although now it's all about the blu-rays) where you look from one place and then it looks different when you look at it from a different view. They went from an icy blue color to the greatest grey I've ever seen. Grey was such a simple color, yet they looked so complex on the eyes of this woman before me. With her brown hair scattered on the floor surrounding her, it looked like a psycho came along and wentto the max with his issues.
Since I was a witness, I knew that I would have to stay with the police and be questioned. My parents don't mind, though. They don't give a care that all of this is occurring, and that I was the only person who was at the scene of the crime when the crime actually betided. If anything, my parents would be mad at me for bringing publicity to the family.
My dad is the State Senator, and he supposedly brings great pride to the family. My mother works day and night working at a hotel near the house. It's pretty funny. My dad is so rich, but my mom still has to work so hard. The fact isn't surprising though. Well, at least not to me. Out in the public my dad seems like such a nice man. He acts like he takes care of his family so much, when it's almost like he isn't even a part of it.
His name is Monroe Young, and my mother -who actually cares for my family and works harder than anyone I know- is Sarah Young. They're both of Asian descent, so of course I am as well. My mom loves and cares about me, it's just that she doesn't have much time to pay attention to me.
My father on the other hand doesn't care about me at all, for he has the time. He just chooses to spend it buying things for himself, and only himself. When the family has to go out to the public like press or something, he makes sure we have on nice clothes, but we never get to keep them. Monroe is like a distant relative that has a relationship where neither of us like the other.
He wasn't always like that... When I was a baby, he used to care for my family so much that he quit his job when I was born. Monroe actually acted like he was in love with my mother, because he really did. Now he forces my mother to stay. Trust me, my mother and I don't want to be part of this family, and many people do. That is, they don't know how he acts behind closed doors. If my mother tries to leave him, he threatens her. Monroe says that if she leaves him, it'll cause too much bad publicity, and he's still trying to rise up to become an incomparable senator.
Judging by the almost pitch black sky, I guessed it was going to be midnight soon if it wasn't already. A police officer began to approach me, and I suddenly felt sick inside, almost as sick as I felt when the crime occurred. My throat was dry, and I honestly didn't want to talk to anyone about the affair... "Hello young man, my name is Officer David. I know you must be pretty tired, but I have to ask you a few questions okay? I'm going to bring you to the police station, but for now, I have to ask you one question. Okay?"
"Well, I'm pretty tired, but I've been up later than this before with my friends, so I don't mind all that much. And I understand, sir. So... What's the question?" I tried to act casual, but not so casual that they propose that I'm the felon who committed the crime. "Son, please tell me this. It's a really simple question, but one that if you're wise, you wouldn't lie about. Did you do this?" The officer was pretty blunt with the question, but I guess I would be the same about such a serious matter.
"N-n-no sir." I'm not quite sure why I stuttered other than the fact that I was pretty scared. If you saw what I saw tonight, I think that you'd probably be scared just as me. "Okay, son. Come on and follow me to the car." I had to ask the officer a question, a simple on just as he had asked me. "S-s-sir, I have a question..." "What is it son?" Officer David reached down into his pocket looking for the keys to the car, although I always thought they kept all the keys on a key chain that clung to their belt. "Do you think that I did it? Do you think that I did this to the girl?"
He glanced at me, kind of like he was suspicious about something... Then he sighed, opening the car door and carefully placing me inside. "Honestly kid, you look a little scrawny and a tad on the creepy side. Of course, a lot of people have that look as well. Do I think you're a little suspicious? Yes. Do I think that you did this to the girl? No. You can never judge a book by a cover, and you seem pretty shook up. You don't really look like the kind of person that has the guts to do something like this." "Well, thanks... I mean, I guess that doesn't really matter. What do you think is going to happen to me? What if they don't believe me..."
David started up the car and began to drive. "Well, they could believe you... In that case, you'll just get to go on with the rest of your life. On the other hand, if they don't believe you, you'll probably go to juvenile detention. You have me on your side, but I won't be the only one who'll be questioning you. My partner Lestrade is a real stickler. His parents named him after the character from the Sherlock Holmes stories because they really wanted him to be a detective. His father always wanted to be a detective, but he never followed his dream... Lestrade still dreams of being a doctor, but his parents wouldn't support him one bit. Besides, I may just change my mind about you after the interrogation.
We soon arrived at the police station, David pulling me out of the car. I looked up at the building more fearsome than I had ever been. I was more scared of what might happen here than what I witnessed earlier this evening. Whatever I may have to put up with, whatever punishment I get, one thing is for sure. What I saw was real, no matter what the officers .say. No matter what they believe, those... Things.... They were most definitely real.