I'm throwing up again just from thinking about this post. My God, it was horrible. I shouldn't be writing about this, but I feel as if I have to, even if it's just as a warning.
Our policeman is dead. This morning, I looked out the window and saw red. Blood was all over the driveway.
One tree overhangs our driveway. The policeman was hanging from it. His stomach was ripped open. Some part of him, something was draped over the tree. It ripped as I watched. He flailed to the ground.
He was still alive as this happen. I could hear him gurgle through the window. He looked at his stomach. He tried to push what was left back in. hhhhhh. GOD.
I couldn't do anything, again. Guh. I won't forget it, ever. I close my eyes and I just see him falling from the tree, over and over.
I keep throwing up. I can't help it. Every time I picture it I gag.
Now we have the police back. More interviews.