The Language of Song

Song: Les Mots by Hangar
French Lyrics:  http://www.sweetslyrics.com/868375.Hangar%20-%20Les%20Mots.html
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"You need to leave", she told him. I overheard the two speaking loudly from my isolated bedroom.
"I love you", he said softly, but just loud enough for me to overhear. There was a pause.
"There is no love", she stated. I heard the door slam. As I opened my door I saw a glimpse of her leave the apartment, showing barely any emotion.
He walked into the living room, took the coffee table, and threw it through the wall like he'd just gotten a shot full of adrenaline.
My first reaction was to yell, scream, do something to make him come back to reality.
All I received was more throwing, and kicking, until I finally grabbed the phone and dialed the police.
"911 What's your emergency?", a woman said on the other end of the call.
"My brother" I replied with a very shaky voice, unable to finish my sentence.
"We'll be there right away." I felt a sense of relief, it always amazed me how fast they traced the call and arrived.
He realized what I was doing, grabbed my wrist as tight as he could, as I looked into his hazel eyes. After what seemed like a couple of minutes, he released, leaving a bright red mark around my wrist.
He tried to escape, but my tiny body could not stop his strength.
I chased him down the stairs through the building, as he ran to his car and opened the trunk.
He pulled out a pistol. He held it in the air, not pointing it at anything or anyone.
As the cops arrived, they crouched and aimed their arms at him, as they noticed the gun in his hand.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion from there.
The red lasers all over his body, as he moved his finger on the trigger the same time the police did.
The only problem was, his gun wasn't loaded.