By yechee on Skatehive
My heart sank the day I found myself beside the old coffee shop at Creek Avenue, where Jacey’s body lay lifeless with many civilians gathered around the scene, taking photos and conversing with each other in low tones. The police arrived a few minutes later after I did and some men wrapped him up in a body bag. I watched as they put his body into the back of a van and he stayed still, like a tree that had just been cut down. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I bowed my head and began to reminisce about the last weekend we spent together. https://img.leopedia.io/DQmNnaCSKMBaCRpwJp5xsS7t8EkEL2ujxmccAeBDStpesSV/1000384215.jpg I felt a strange tightness in my chest, the one that made the morning feel like a bad dream. “Hey, you Miss Wrights?” A tall, young man with a stern face walked up to me and asked. He was the Chief Investigating Officer. I could tell because he wore a white shirt and navy blue trousers, different from the black colours the other officers had on. “Yes, I am. I was a frie