Jayla: Behind The Closed Doors

Chapter 8: Innocence

"Nevaha! Can you play with me?" Savannah said with her doll in her hand shoving it in my face.

"Leave me alone." I cried underneath my covers.

It has been a week and a half since that awful experience. The fire; burning around me still pictured in my head. I kind of have a few scratches and burns from trying to escape but that didnt mater.What did matter was my friend was gone.

"Come on, please Nevaha." She whined.

"Just leave me alone." I said still covered with my warm blanket.

"But Nevaha!" She whined even louder than before.

"I said no!" I screamed which made her run out the door crying.

"I just wanted to hang out with my favorite sister. Like the old times." She yelled running to her room.

I sighed and threw the covers off of me and walked to my sisters room.

"Savannah." I said, knocking on her door.

"Go away." She said sobbing.

"But I wanted to play a game with you-"

"Really!" She beamed throwing the door open while it hit the wall.

That's my sister, she could fool anyone.

We played all sorts of games for hours, it was actually fun being with her again. We laughed and laughed until our stomachs hurt, it made me forget all about...

Cleo.

My heart ached again and my eyes were filling with tears again. I didn't know her for along time but every second I spent with her, and the others, felt like an eternity.

All of a sudden there was a knock on the door.

"Sweetie, there are some people who are here to talk to you." My mother said from outside the door.

My face smiled a bit, maybe it was Stevie, Gia, and Iris. I got up with hopeful eyes and opened the door.

My smile soon faded away.

There were two very unfamiliar people that were right in front of me. My eyes shooted at my mom who gave me a nervous smile.

"Hi there," the first one said.

She had black long hair and was wearing a gray skirt, with a gray jacket, and a black shirt.

"My name is Detective Cassandra, and this is my partner, Detective Brian." She said pointing at the man next to her.

Now this one had brown hair and a black suit with a suitcase in his hand.

"Umm, h-hi." I said shaking her hand.

"Now, I'm sure you remember the school fire incident that occured last week correct?" She asked.

"Yes."

"Well we were told that you were with the person in the building that went missing and we just wanted to ask you a few questions." She said. "Why don't we sit down."

We walked into the living room and sat down. The man opened his suitcase and pulled out some papers and a pen where he set them down on the coffee table.

"Now," she said with a short pause. "Where were you exactly at 9:04 am." She asked keeping her eyes on me.

"Uh, I guess at the school walking to second period." I said with worry full eyes.

"Okay," she wrote something down it her notepad. "Who was with you at that time of the incident?"

"N-no one just me and Cleo," I answered her trying to keep calm.