Meet Me By The Mountain (FemChara X FemReader)

4 - Who Needs Bridges Anyway?

A few days later, the police called me back to the station. They said they had more questions to ask me. And now I had arrived.

There were a few people in the room. Two police officers, and my doctor.

"Why did you lie to us about your mental health history?"

That was the question the interview started with. Pretty bad start if you ask me. It seemed we weren't going down a great path. It was my fault. I had made a bad mistake in lying last time and I knew it. Now I had to defend myself.

"Why is it any of your business?" I asked. "Do you think every person who's struggled with their mental health is inherently violent? Because we aren't," I said. "It's private, and completely irrelevant to the case."

"Y/n, everything is relevant to the case," my doctor interrupted. "The investigators just need all the background info they can get. Besides, if you really are innocent, hiding the truth isn't doing yourself any favors. It just makes you look bad."

"You shared my private medical records without my consent," I snarled. "That looks pretty bad to me."

He sighed. "Normally, yes, but this is murder we're talking about here."

"Wait- are you guys seriously considering me as a potential perpetrator?"

"We are just saying that we can't rule anything out at this stage," said one of the officers slowly. "We would appreciate if you cooperate and drop the hostile attitude."

"I think you would also have a pretty fucking hostile attitude if you were just accused of murdering your best friend, thank you very much." I stood up.

"Please sit down. You have not been excused."

I walked to the door.

"Please calm down- please-"

I slammed the door shut and ran into the street, ignoring the shouts from inside the building.

Well, that was that. I had pretty much burned all my bridges.

What now?