Blackout

Part 4

Waking up right at 7:00 A.M., I quickly throw on the first outfit I see and am out the door within ten minutes. I reach the police station in a matter of minutes and throw open the door, the secretary at the front desk eying me suspiciously.

"I need to speak with someone right away!" I yell, barely catching my breath.

"Umm, okay, I'll get someone for you." She says, smiling nervously.

After a few minutes, the appears in the doorway to my left with the same officer from before standing behind her, his tall form easily towering over her. She walks back to her desk, her blond curls bouncing with every step. She resumes typing away at the old computer in front of her and after a moment the phone rings. Picking it up and holding it against her ear with her shoulder, she answers with a quick 'hello', eyes never leaving the computer screen.

I follow the officer into the same room we were in previously and sit down across from him at the small table.

"So what brings you here today?" He asks, taking out a pen and note pad. I tell him everything I know, concluding with the mysterious person's odd appearance.

"And you don't know who this person is?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Did they have anything different or noticeable about them, like a tattoo or something else that could help us identify them?" He asks, writing a few things down.

"I...uh, I don't think so. There were those eyes, though, but I know that's probably not much help." I say, feeling embarrassed.

"Alright, well if we find anything, we'll give you a call." He says, flashing me a reassuring smile.

"Thank you, for helping me." I say appreciatively. I follow him out of the room and back out to the lobby. The woman at the desk looks up at me and him and resumes typing once again.

"Hey, it's a start. We'll find out who did this to you. Don't get yourself down about it." He reassures. I nod and walk out the door and begin the short walk back to my apartment.

As I make the final turn, a strange feeling washes over me. I stop, taking a second to breathe, and I turn around. Immediately wishing I didn't, I see someone standing behind me. The same person I saw in the shop window and in the dream I had while unconscious. They just stand there, their hands stuffed into the front pockets of their hoodie, just glaring at me. Still standing there, motionless as a statue, a smile begins to spread across their face.