That One Weekend

Chapter 1

Dreaming

"Elle, man! Aren't you having fun?"

"Elle, are you okay?"

"Elle. . .

Elle!?"

Waking Up

You hear a soft ringing sound in the back ground, you can't quite put your finger on what you're hearing. Yet. Your eyes won't open. Your head is throbbing. You feel like you're going to hurl.

"Leo!" you yell. Groggily, you take a glance around the bright, cement room you're laying in. Having no idea where you are, you sit up immediately.

Where am I? You ask youself. How did I get here? And where is Leo?

"Miss, I am going to need you to stand up please," says a man in a police officer uniform.

"What am I doing here?" you ask confusedly, "and by any chance, can I get a few advil and a bottle of water, please?"

"Ma'am, we are not permitted to give our prisoners anything until we find out why you're here exactly, and why you killed that man last night," replied the officer politely.

You look at his badge to at least see where you are, luckily you are still in Arcadia Kansas, I must be still sleeping, he claims I killed a man! Ha! Why would I kill a man? I mean, of all people! Me?

"Listen, Mr. Officer, I am postive you have the wrong person. So, can I please get home and go to my own bed?"

"I am not permitted to do that," the officer said sternly.

"Why not?"

He looked like he was starting to get a little aggitated already, when we had only been talking. . .what? A few minutes?

You quickly glance behind the officer's shoulder to see if anyone else could be listening.

"Listen, Mr. Officer, I will do anything, and I mean anything to get me out of here, please just let me go?" Right as I finished my plea, an older man waltz's in like he is ready to get down to buisness.

"Listen, you little skank. You are not going anywhere, that is, until we find out all of the information we need on this commited homicide you did last night. Am I clear? Or am I going to have to get the dogs out? And trust me, you do not want me to get the dogs out."

"Yes sir. . ." you say quietly.

"Thank you. Now may be get down to some buisness?"

"Listen, you may think that I murdered whoever, but I know for a fact that I would never hurt a human being, let alone anything else."

"Miss, are you certain of that?"

Hell yeah, you're certain of that. "Yes."

"But, this clear evidence proves you did. So, either you don't remember at all, or you're a lieing bitch."

Both men start walking out of the room, like there is no care in the world. But, the older, mean man turns around and starts talking to you, "My name is Arnlod Fitzgerald, and this is my college, Clyde." They walk right out of the room leaving you with nothing but your thoughts. . .and your tears.