❝ When a ghost falls in love with the living, he'll start believing his heart has awoken. ❞
❝ When a medium wants to close her eyes to the dead, she'll realize being normal is harder than it seems. ❞
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April 16th, 1994
WHY was it so cold in here?
She should have brought a jacket, maybe some cozier socks, but even that wouldn't have helped with the shackles clamped on the skin of her wrists.
She looked around herself. The walls were grey, the table was grey, the reflection that showed her appearance was just as dismally grey. Even the cup of coffee that sat before her, black as tar seemed somewhat grey as all life had drained from her life.
She didn't understand why she had to sit here and wait for some hotshot cop to come in her, slam his hands on the table, and demand a story. The blood on her sweater was enough of a deal break when it came to her innocence. And it all just seemed like a show. The chief's daughter being brought in for questioning was sure to make some daily newspaper and she'd be willing to sign each copy if any sickos out there wanted her to.
She continued to pick her nails, looking towards the security camera in the corner, its bleeping red light mocking her.
"Like the view?" She snapped at it, rolling her eyes.
The door opened, but she didn't react. She sat without a care in the world, scraping away at her cuticles. She was going to make some snarky comment, asking if they wanted to cuff her to a bedpost and have their way with her, but as her eyes snapped up to the two who took their seats, she paused.
Her father sat with the eyes of a wild boar, but tried his best to mask whatever he was truly feeling. The nerve, the absolute fucking audacity, to sit before her when the cuffs held the wrong person. The man beside her father didn't notice any of it as he was too busy sifting through papers before him. The chief and the young girl barely blinked as they held the stare, waiting to see who would break. If he thought it would be her, then he was completely mistaken. She had looked into the eyes of the devil, a man such as him felt no light to that horned bastard's power.
