Beautiful Apparation (Tony Perry FF)

fourty-five

I got called into the station, I don't know why. I thought the only reason they wanted to call me was to say that it was safe to go back inside my own home. That's all I wanted to be told. I didn't want to be here on a Saturday morning.

As I walk in, I feel a sudden nervousness rush through me. Did they find out a suspect? Probably not. I talk to the woman at the front desk and tell her my reason for being here. She tells me to sit, not even three minutes later, Officer Davis comes into sight.

After a quick greeting, he sits me in a secluded room. I'm alone for the moment, but not entirely, my thoughts invade my mind. The longer I think, the worse my thoughts become. Officer Davis finally enters the room, sitting down in the chair across from me. Once again, I'm in this position.

"So did you come up with any possible suspects?" He asks. I'm sure he already knows my answer.

"None," I answer the same way.

He clears his throat.

"While our detectives searched your room yesterday, they found something very... interesting."

"Like what?"

He goes into his back pocket and places the piece of steel on the table, the dagger. Even though it's in a plastic bag you could still see its blade covered with blood. Daryl's blood.

"It's mine," I admit. "But I didn't do it. It was underneath my mattress for my own protection."

"I believe you, but me being a cop and all, we need to get some DNA from you. You aren't in our system, which is a good thing."

"This makes no sense." I shake my head in disbelief. "Of course my prints are going to be on there. I held it in my own hand before."

"We're looking for fresh prints, no one is calling you a suspect Audrey. It's mandatory. Now would you follow me so we can get this over with?" He sounds slightly annoyed.

I sigh before getting out of my chair, waiting for him to lead the way.

>>>

After going through a series of random tests, I begin to get anxious. What if they found out what it can do? No, the only way they would figure that out is if they purposely tried to cut themselves. They probably hardly touched it, it's a piece of evidence after all...

I thought it could only harm the undead.

The longer I sit in this room, the smaller it gets. How long am I going to be forced to sit here? I should be home already.

Suddenly, the door opens and a female police officer enters. "Hello Audrey," She greets. "I'm Sharon. Officer Davis had some other business to attend to." She sits across from me.

"Can I go home now?" I ask.

"Not quite yet, so we ran through the tests. Like you said, of course your prints were on the handle of the dagger. There are no signs of DNA on the blade and no recent, clean prints on the handle. What we think is someone tried to frame you for the murder of your own dog. I'm going to be brutally honest, this isn't piecing together. Intruder comes in, kills your dog, and leaves a note. Nothing is stolen."

"I don't get why it's a big deal. Yes, I was threatened but I don't care. I want to go home. I've been through enough shit this past month."

"Like what?" She asks intrigued.

"Normal stuff. Relationships, work, family."

"Where were you when it happened?"

"A friend's," I answer.