Chapter 1
The light was so bright it was shinning in my eyes,it was blinding. I put my hand up to block out some of its blinding rays. Everything else was dark and all I knew was that I was sitting down in a chair, in a room. I wasn't positive where I was, it actually started to scare me after all I've been through. I started to stare off into the light hoping to leave this world and enter the after life, until I heard the click of a door followed by foot steps. I began to panic and sprun from my seat and ran to the nearest corner of the room. Sat down, brought my knees up to my chest, and put my face in my knees. I couldn't breathe. The walls began to close in on me. I closed my eyes hoping this would all soon be over either him dead or me, I just didn't wanna live like this anymore.
The steps came closer and closer. I screamed out "Please just let me go! Leave me alone! I don't want this anymore! Just kill me! Put me out of my misery!" Sobs began to break into my words. The shadowy figure came towards me and stopped infront of me. It bent down and looked at me. "Christine baby, please calm down it's me, your bestfriend, Matthew, Matthew Sammuals.? Do you remember me?" I looked at the face hesitantly, for I thought this may be another trick. It was him, Matthew, it was really him. I put my arms out as he pulled me close. I began to cry and choke out the words "Where am I? I'm not crazy. He tried to...." Matthew put his hand on my back and began to go "Shhhhhh......Christine, baby it's ok. I'm here now. Just relax." I pulled away and looked at his face. I smiled for I knew everything was going to be ok. "Where am I?" I choked out. " Your in an interrogation room honey." He replied softly not trying to startle me. I began to freak out."Why am I here?! I didn't do anything! I'm not crazy! I know I didn't! Interrogations are for crimminals! I'm not one! I was the victim! You've got to believe me!" I pushed him away. " They need to ask questions Chris, please calm down, I know your not a crimminal. You have scars and bruises to prove you were the victim. Please just come sit down at the table with me. You can hold my hand the whole time, if you need to." He held out his hand. I took his hand and walked back to the table with him.
Pulled the chair out for me, I looked at the chair then at the light, and I just stared at it. "What is it Chris?" He looked at the light also. "The light?" I coudn't speak I just nodded. He walked over and turned the light away from my seat. "Better ?"He asked. I mangaed to choke out a "Yes." He led me to my seat and helped me sit down. I was so sore I began to notice as I began to relax. He sat down and held my hands. He reached up to wipe a tear from my face. I smiled. For he made me feel way better. The door clicked open we both spun our heads towards the door. I tensed up and tried to slide my chair away from the table. Matt's grip on my hand gave me a reassuring squeeze. I looked at him worried. He mouthed the words "It's okay." So I nodded for I believed those two words.
The detectives came in and sat down at our table, while two police officers stood in the back near the door. The detectives introduced themselves as Detective John and Detective James. They were brothers due to the fact that they looked alike. " Are you two related?" They smiled and nodded. Detective James said they were brothers. He was skinnier with dark hair green eyes . While his brother, John was bulkier with blonde hair and blue eyes. The only hing they had in common was their skin tone and their facial features. Detective James put a voice recorder on the table, while Detective John got out his papers ,a pen, and a notebook. "Alright Ms. Christine Jacobs, please start at the beginning of the story." I looked down at the table, then at Matt, then back to the detectives, then back to the table. This was all too much, to tell this horrific story to two strangers, and a couple of cops that are ease dropping. " It all started..." I began to say, pausing, and looking up at everyone. " It all started....." I couldn't get the rest of the story out. "Ma'am, you must tell us the story, I know it's hard, but you gotta do this." Detective James said. " How am I suppose to tell you something, if I'm not comfortable?" They both looked at each other and nodded. " Alright then Christine, you may tell Matthew, and we will leave." Detective James said with a sigh. "And your ease dropping police officers?" James looked back at them as they shifted with guilt. "Very well then, but you must tell the entire story, don't leave anything out we need this." I nodded for I knew they were going to use this in court to put that demon child behind bars for eternity. James walked over to Matthew and whispered something in his ear. Matt looked up and nodded. James took one last look at me, it was a look of pity, and he, his brother, and his police officers left and walked out the door. As soon as the door clicked close, I stared at the recorder. Matthew cleared his throat followed by "Christine what happened?" I looked at him with all the worry and concern on his face. I took a deep breath and stared at the light that was now pointing to the middle of the table.
