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It was half past eight and Astrid was sprinting down the street. A couple of cars honked at her, urging her to get out of the way, but she just waved them off. Her makeup was done haphazardly and her hair was ratty. It was not done up like it had been the day before.
She burst into the police station and pushed open the doors to room 3.
"Where have you been?"
The detective and his angered were the most prominent of things at the moment.
"I am so sorry! There was a lot of traffic," She lied.
"Well, we'd better get started."
"Yes sir," Astrid agreed, ruffling her hair as the detective pressed the record button on his voice recorder.
"So you and 'patient a' are sisters, correct?"
"Yeah, well sort of."
"Sort of?"
"Hm. 'Patient A' and I are half sisters. We have the same dad but a different mother. I am a year older than she is."
The detective nodded.
"Your sister, do you know her name?"
"Yes."
"What is it?"
"I can't say, she hated her name. I think that over the years she managed to forget it," she lied again, feeling almost no remorse.
"Well if you were to tell me it would surely help the case."
"Indeed it would, but just as well, you are recording this conversation, and I cannot have sensitive information like this leaked."
"If you insist," the detective grumbled dejectedly.
He flipped the switch on the voice recorder.
"How about now?"
Astrid chuckled,"Absolutely not."
Astrid could not say the patient's name. Her younger sister had asked her for only one thing and that was to never expose her name.
"Okay, well since you came in late, we should probably speed things up a touch," the detective insisted.
"Okay, go ahead."
"When was the last time you saw 'patient a'?"
"When she was ten, so six years ago, we did not talk. She didn't like talking. She has not spoken to anyone in ten years, since her parents died."
"Her parents died ten years ago?"
"Yes, and she hadn't talked since."
"Where had she been living?"
"Under a bridge...but not like a troll. Does that make sense?"
"Uh, sort of. Did she ever talk to the man that found her, Allen?"
"I'm not entirely sure, I suppose you will have to call him."
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Only In My Dreams
Mystery / ThrillerShe is almost sixteen years old, she dreams the same dream every night and she has no name. She hasn't talked to anyone but herself since her parents died about ten years ago, until she meets Allen. She opens up to him and tells him everything, exce...
