CHAPTER TWO: QUESTIONS

She killed herself. She killed herself with a bullet to the head. What a beautiful girl, what a beautiful life she had, or so it seemed.

A chill of gasping arose when they rolled her out of the house. The bag was zipped. Mrs. Benson running after her daughter's lifeless body, tears rolling down her face; her hair flying backwards. Her face tormented by the site of her daughter's corpse. I scanned the audience and all I saw was horrified faces, no one could really take in the moment. All of a sudden we noticed Mr. Benson's car swinging into the drive, his door swinging open, him falling to his knees at the site of his daughter's body bag. The police had to sustain Mrs. Benson, because, she was trying to frantically open the body bag while the EMTs were rolling her up the the truck.
Mr. Benson was shouting, "WHY?!" as he grabbed onto the cement, it was as if he couldn't move. Now, it seemed as if the whole SilentWoods Neighborhood Community was outside; along with their nosy curiosity. I looked at my mother and father as they held onto me with fright. My mom finally ran over to Mrs. Benson and held her as she cried in her arms. I couldn't help wonder why Mr. Benson wasn't at home at three in the morning?
"Dad, are you going to go see if Mr. Benson is okay?"
"Um, no Sweetie men grieve in different ways. He probably has a lot on his mind, I wouldn't want to interfere."
"But..Mom is? Dad, why not?"
"We will talk about it later, k?" He looked down at me sharply, I knew that meant business.
"Um, okay." His face was more than horrified as he searched the scene.
"Besides, your brother,Dane, will probably give me the low down tomorrow after he gets off his shift."
"Oh right." He patted my arm, as he went inside.
"I am going back to bed, I have to wake up early to get to the office, love ya ,Honey, don't stay out here too much longer..."
"Okay." I watched him walk back into the house as he drug his feet into the living room and then up to his bedroom.
Mrs. Benson's screams were still very loud. Mr. Benson was now holding his wife as my mom asked the paramedic what happened? Her body language was saddening as she put her hands to her face. The crowd was still booming with nosy neighbors. The chilling air was quickly grabbing everybodies body heat and whooshing it away. We were all freezing outside with our house coats doing a mediocre job of protecting our warmth. Crime Scene tape was now every where around the house and inside it.
My mom approached me with tear-felt eyes.
"Go inside, Mija, this is nothing for you too look at."
I felt like crying, but then again I felt guilty; because all that time I was wishing I was her I could've been getting to know her and making her feel better. Maybe I could've stopped this, if I had the chance?
"Mom, I know, you know that her and I weren't close but, what happened?"
"She shot herself, we'll find out more from Dane manana (tomorrow). Go inside, ahora (right now)!" My mom usually only used spanish when she was upset. It didn't really help any because my dad knew no spanish, neither did I really; but I knew her orders meant business so I ran upstairs to my room and watched through my window. It didn't clear out til nine in the morning. I had so many questions. Like why was Mr. Benson not at home, when it was so late? Why was my dad acting so strange with Mr. Benson, they were very close? The most important question of all: Why did Blair Benson kill herself?