Paint Me a Picture

I sat in Gerard's class, tapping my pencil against the sketchpad. I had already finished my assignment and so I was rather bored. I began tapping my foot along with my pencil until there was a knock on the door. Gerard swiftly opened it and to my horror it was the police.
"Is there a Melody in here?" the officer asked. His eyes met mine. I didn't want to go. I wanted to stay here where I was safe.
"Yes..." His voice trailed off. He obviously had no idea what to say or do.
"Where?" the annoyed officer asked. I raised my hand. I didn't want him feeling bad about snitching out on me.
"Here" I said an octave higher than I had intended my voice to be. The man looked at me and waved me over.
"We are going to take you into questioning. Your father was arrested this morning for killing your brother and mother"
"I know. I saw you there this morning" The man pulled on my arm. Gerard looked frustrated and deep in thought. He was searching for the right words to say I guess, but nothing came out of his lips as they pulled me away. Nothing came out when they dragged me out of the school and away from the man I called my savior. The police, the law, and the government were pulling me back into the life I had hoped to escape. My eyes watered up as I hopelessly reached out to him, to the building. My heart tore to pieces. The colors slowly washed away with my tears and Gerard stood there, watching his masterpiece collapse.