Pops a fuse, I'm guessing, hoping and decapitates his 17 year old sister. While decapitating his 5 year old sister the cops bust in and shoot him dead saving the 9 year old sister.
Here's my thought process;
First I'd wonder what went so horribly wrong with the killer, what kind of messed up things went through his brain to create such a horrendous event? I'd assume that the family probably knew he was a little off, the news reports may say otherwise but it's hard for me to believe a genuinely good person turns into THAT. Next I'd wonder what it was like to be there. Where were the parents in all of this? Was the 23 yr old visiting or living at home still, why? Next I'd picture myself as one of the decapitated girls. The excruciating pain they endured before passing, at what point did they finally give up and pass? What did it feel like to get rip torn at the neck, seriously it boggles my mind. Then I'd wonder about the cops. Kudos to them for being hereos, as I see it someone from inside probably called 911, or SOMEBODY, to get the cops. When they arrived they most likely heard the loud screams coming from the 5 yr old and burst in. This reminds me that cops are hated until they're needed. For instance, if this wasn't a horrific murder scene the cops would be in trouble for breaking in.
Moving on my next thought process would be about the 9 yr old survivor. There's no way she didn't know what was going on and a high possibility she saw her two sisters die in a most brutal way. She most likely knew he was coming for her next but thankfully the cops burst in and she watched her brother die in a spray of bullets. Yesterday, this little girl lost her innocence forever and possibly her sanity. I try to imagine what her psyche is going through. The visions she keeps seeing everytime she closes her eyes while at the same time mourning the death of her family members. She will never be the same and it makes me sad. Right now at this fork in the road she can go so many different ways, down a deep road of depression, maybe a spiteful trip to revenge, or maybe so lost she doesn't know where she is. I just hope she is surrounded by a lot of people who can protect her.
And that is what I think every time I read something horrific. Maybe I empathize a little TOO much but I can't help the feelings of sadness when I read something so terrible. Am I the only one?
With her toes in the sand....
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No, you're not the only one. Abuse is too common in too many homes, and people who need help aren't getting it. Even in the state run facilities, they face abuse. It's a disgrace that this country needs to face NOW, especially with the stress level at record highs because of the economy/lack of jobs/losing homes/etc.
That's why I don't read the news. My husband is a cop, and he tells me about the things he sees, because he has to tell someone. Yesterday he spent his shift dealing with a heroin overdose, gathering a bloody string and a bloody syringe and a scorched spoon. And talking with the 26-yr-old's mother, who didn't know what to do with her son. People forget that cops see this stuff every day, and any terseness they might have toward people who are looking for special treatment? Yeah. That's why.
@Erin- The Lover used to be a cop and I've heard a lot of stories about things such as the one you just listed. It takes a toll on people even if that is their professional field. I wish people had more respect for them, it's just sad the few bad ones ruin the whole...
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