my heart's affiliation

𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒

"I didn't mean for it to turn out like this" I fumble with my words as the police officer stared at me in the interrogation room. My mom looked at me in her chair beside mine with tears in her eyes. They had asked if they could interview me alone, but I said it would be better for me if she was in here by my side. Having her there is comforting.

"Please elaborate Ms. Gomez" Officer Lopez said to me. Her brown hair shining in the tight bun she has to the nape of her neck, a steaming mug of coffee in her right hand, and her left on her waist.
"It's quite a long story" I said, looking up at her.
"Well we have all day" She stated, pulling out and sitting in the chair across the table from mine. Placing her mug right beside the diary. His diary. Looking at it makes me nauseous, it brings bile to the back of my throat and makes me want to grab it and rip every single page out. Seeing it makes it hard for me to breathe.

You see, my life was never too hectic. I never had any sort of problems with school, due to the fact that I have always been a pretty good student. I live in a quiet town in Washington State with only my mom and our dog Zoey. It's always been just me and her, especially after my dad died when I was 4 to lung cancer. My parents met when my mom took a trip to Puerto Rico one summer and they automatically clicked. It was love at first sight. She never admits it but when he died so did a piece of her. They ended up moving to New York together and had me. After he died my mom wanted a change and flew us all the way across the country to where I am at now.

Months before the incident I had quite a few friends. I wasn't popular but I was well known. I had my best friend Sophia and I was so content with life. Thinking back to those times I feel my eyes begin to blur with tears. I shake my head to get out of my thoughts and look up at the Officer, her eyes searching mine for anything I might be hiding. When I compose my thoughts I take a deep breath and recall to when it all started to happen. When 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 first enter my life.

"Well let me just start from the beginning ...."