She heard the commotion before she saw it.
Charlotte had let off from work one hour and a half before, for the late shift to take over, where she worked at the music store. After she grabbed her things and left, she stopped at a few stores and another new one that had opened just to see what type of clothes they had. Shitty, as usual. No places sold any high boots or black converse, knee-high striped socks or just solid, skirts, maybe a pair of good ol' blue jeans, hoodies, or plain tees. And worst of all- no scarfs to be found. Anywhere.
But on her walk home, a crowd of people in an alley-way caught her attention. She quietly padded up and squeezed through the group of quickly confusion & chaotic people to see what this was all about. She finally got to where she could see the front. Nothing that she could see over this tall guys' head...
She checked her watch. I should really be getting home, it's getting late... Charlotte was really particularly concerned about what her pathetic mother thought when she strolled into their small apartment.
Then she saw it. Out of the corner of her eye, a little past the crowd & around the corner, slowly making its way closer...
Charlotte tried to breathe, close her eyes, tell herself it's not there, it's not real!
That's what she tried to convince herself before the crunch made her change her mind and look up at the bloody, slashed wounds of the police officer limply laying on the other side of the street.