the book report

31

June 1st, 1998
Morning after the murder

I sat in the chair, holding my legs to my chest.

I had on the same clothes from last night since they didn't take me home. I didn't get any sleep either.

My hair was crazy, and I couldn't feel anything. I couldn't do anything, either.

I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. I couldn't drink. I could barley walk. My life had fallen apart in one night.

"Sidney Adams?" A police officer asked after letting Harley out of the office. We were getting questioned.

I got up slowly, then walked into the room.

"Take a Seat." The officer said.

I sat down on the chair across from his.

"Now, the other girls said that you guys were at Harley Winchesters house, and that you heard screaming. You went to where the screaming was and saw the window broken at the supermarket. You went inside to find a duffel bag.

You inspect the duffel bag and men appear out of no where.

You all hide and decide to attack these men, and I'm guessing that all of your other buddies died as well."

I looked down.

"That's right." I said softly.

He questioned me for about one more hour, then he sent me out.

"Okay, so I'm gonna put you two," he said to Harley and Joan, "in the shelter room. You," he pointed at me, "are going to Mrs. Shelley." He said.

"Why me?!" I asked.

"Cause you weren't opening up and telling me anything. So, maybe another person will let you open up."

I groaned and tilted my head back.

"Follow me please." Another police officer said to Joan and Harley. He took them somewhere else in the building.

"Come with me." The original police officer said.

I followed him up a flight of stairs down a hallway and into a room.

There was a lady with brunette hair, not short but not long. She had bangs as well.

She was wearing a purple dress and a forest green jacket that didn't have a zipper.

He gave the woman a look then left.

The woman stopped looking through her files after a moment then looked up at me.

"Hello, I'm Mrs. Shelley." She said with a calming voice. "Nice to meet you."

I took a seat across form her and she looked at me.

I recognized her. She was the school counselor. I had been seeing her in freshman year but I hadn't been seeing her since.

"Now, can you tell me what you saw. They already told me what happened." She said in a calm voice.

I look up, away from my fingers.

My leg started bouncing.

"Blood." I said in a raspy voice.

"Blood? What else."

"Bodies.. a lot of bodies. Weapons, clothes, stuff in a supermarket." I said in a voice like I was trying to breath.

"I want you to think of one person that died that night, and you don't have to say who, but think of how that made you feel."

I thought for a moment.

"You ready?" She asked.

I nodded.

"What did you feel?"

I eyed her up and down. I gulped back my tears.

"Nothing." I said in a gagging-like voice.

"I couldn't feel anything."

"Okay.." she said calmly.

She asked me more questions, but she wasn't being pushy or nosy.

We talked for 2 more hours, then she let me go.

I fucking wish this never happened.