The first thing I remember is my head against a wall in a back alley, the pungent smell coming from the dumpster near me and sirens screaming. I soon felt the hand gripping my arm and the realization that I couldn’t move my hands from behind my back, or apart. I was in handcuffs. And the hand belonged to a cop.
That’s when I started asking question. Not out loud, of course, I’m not an idiot. Or at least I thought I wasn’t. But there were still things I need to know. ‘Where the hell was John and Alice?’ I swear they were just with me.
The cop yanked me away from the cold wall I was leaned against. He started to say something, but his words seemed turn up absent in my mind. I nodded along anyway, still wondering what happened to my friends. …show more content…
I guess that was for the best, I was dizzy and my vision wasn’t great. But when he turned me around the face into the alley, and put me into his car, I saw John. No, that’s not right. I didn’t see John. I saw an evilness like never before. All of the sudden there was something non-human about him. Something about the way his eyes pierced when he looked at me. I looked down, he was in handcuffs as well. That’s when some of what happened that night started to come back to me. But I still didn’t know why we were getting arrested.
The next day I sat in a plain grey room There was a table in front of me, above it was a long, bright light, two cameras mounted across from each other on the celling, on the other side of the table there was another chair, much more comfortable than mine. Another man sat in the dark corner of the room next to one-way window. In the chair, sat a large man in a suit. I was scared. Scared of the man across from me, the man in the corner, of going to jail, of John. But more than anything I was scared of how stereotypical this room was. I will admit, it did make me …show more content…
“Your boy John ratted you out. Just tell us the truth!” I did just that. “John and Alice and I went out last night. It was our last night together before Alice moved.” I went on for the next thirty minutes as the detectives scribbled on note pads. They only looked up at me when I got to the important part. The crime.
“John led us into an alley to stop and smoke.” I started to get chocked up. “He had been acting weird all night but we didn’t think much of it. After all, he was always a bit strange. Alice said something that made him mad. He pulled out a gun.” This is when their eyes shot up at me. “I tried to stop him but he was too fast. She was on the ground before I could do anything. I was scared, I didn’t know what to do. John convinced me I had to help hide the body. After all, I’d already lost one friend, I couldn’t risk losing another, right?”
“So John and I lifted Alice in to the dumpster. As the blood the same color as her hair flowed from the hole in her head.” At this point, I was fully in tears. But I didn’t do anything, it was
That’s when I started asking question. Not out loud, of course, I’m not an idiot. Or at least I thought I wasn’t. But there were still things I need to know. ‘Where the hell was John and Alice?’ I swear they were just with me.
The cop yanked me away from the cold wall I was leaned against. He started to say something, but his words seemed turn up absent in my mind. I nodded along anyway, still wondering what happened to my friends. …show more content…
I guess that was for the best, I was dizzy and my vision wasn’t great. But when he turned me around the face into the alley, and put me into his car, I saw John. No, that’s not right. I didn’t see John. I saw an evilness like never before. All of the sudden there was something non-human about him. Something about the way his eyes pierced when he looked at me. I looked down, he was in handcuffs as well. That’s when some of what happened that night started to come back to me. But I still didn’t know why we were getting arrested.
The next day I sat in a plain grey room There was a table in front of me, above it was a long, bright light, two cameras mounted across from each other on the celling, on the other side of the table there was another chair, much more comfortable than mine. Another man sat in the dark corner of the room next to one-way window. In the chair, sat a large man in a suit. I was scared. Scared of the man across from me, the man in the corner, of going to jail, of John. But more than anything I was scared of how stereotypical this room was. I will admit, it did make me …show more content…
“Your boy John ratted you out. Just tell us the truth!” I did just that. “John and Alice and I went out last night. It was our last night together before Alice moved.” I went on for the next thirty minutes as the detectives scribbled on note pads. They only looked up at me when I got to the important part. The crime.
“John led us into an alley to stop and smoke.” I started to get chocked up. “He had been acting weird all night but we didn’t think much of it. After all, he was always a bit strange. Alice said something that made him mad. He pulled out a gun.” This is when their eyes shot up at me. “I tried to stop him but he was too fast. She was on the ground before I could do anything. I was scared, I didn’t know what to do. John convinced me I had to help hide the body. After all, I’d already lost one friend, I couldn’t risk losing another, right?”
“So John and I lifted Alice in to the dumpster. As the blood the same color as her hair flowed from the hole in her head.” At this point, I was fully in tears. But I didn’t do anything, it was