Beginning of the End

My phone drops and hits the linoleum floor. The crack echoes throughout the court room. The LCD screen glows against the darkness of the room. My green eyes swell with hatred and depression.
"All custody belongs to the mother, Melissa Tyson." My cousin grimaces, and his Ex hugs her mother. She had lied, reported domestic abuse. And she had reported it straight to the police on the day she couldn't take it anymore. Father's Day. With one kid from a past father-Kyle-and Alex, their two year old daughter, she had left the couple's apartment and never returned. I stood as an idol to these kids, and they looked up to me. They would never get to see their idol again. All because of their selfish mother, that had not once falsely called the cops, but twice, once against her past boyfriend, the father to Kyle.
The jury leaves, and I pick up my phone. It was cracked. Not that I need it anymore. I toss it underneath the bench, and follow my parents out. I see my cousin, and bare a small smile.
"You okay?" I ask. He, being older and wanting to be manly, responds with a punch to my shoulder.
"Of course I am" a tremble shakes his voice. My mom beckons me to come with her. I follow her to the exit of the building. She almost exits, but hesitates. "I have to go to the bathroom." She says seriously and walks calmly to the bathroom. No emotion belonged to this day for our family. The vacancy known as Kyle and Alexandria tamed our happiness into empty feelings of remorse. No one had known that several events had just taken place. Especially one that would end the sunlight from shining into my life, the one that would induce me to shun all good.
A blast sounds through the corridor. Screams run down the room, silencing themselves, and then returning for a greater forte. Yells seems to break the sound barrier as my cousin falls to the ground, his white polo stained with a dark red liquid. In the distance, I see Melissa holding a gun. Kyle screams and hits his mother for killing who he had known as his father, confused all this time, being raised ethically correct. Alex sits on the ground, confused and bewildered, not yet conceiving what just happened. I shove past the shaken crowds towards Melissa, adrenaline filling my veins. Those stories about her Ex going into hiding weren't true. I think. They were just myths, a homicide cover up. All for the money in his account. I knock the gun out of her hands, stunning her and the police rushing in. It knocks the trigger and my leg is pumped with lead. The pistol bounces off the floor and I fall onto the ground along with it.
"NO, CHASE!" Shrill screams of my family and Kyle pound through my ears as I drag myself to stand and run out the door. The sun hides behind the clouds, but still the spector of it all blinds me. I gasp for air as I sprint down the side of the road. Not far off, I try to cross the busy street, but as if that was not enough, I see a pair of headlights aiming for my limp body.
The car comes in contact with my body and I am thrown down the street. I feel the asphalt dig into my skin, and groan. Images of my phone flash through my head.
I can't take it anymore. I can't love you any longer. It is over.
My vision blurs, and I feel an immense amount of heat from the court building. Flames come into my vision. Ash pours into my wounds from the surrounding burning buildings. I let out a final yell as I feel the constant percussion from my chest slow and end, and my consciousness prefers to concept pitch black.