The Queen Of Spades

Chapter 5, Continued, Again

I heard sirens outside, ambulances and police cars, and felt like I was kicked in the stomach. Stumbling backwards, I counted in my head. Thirty, count to thirty. Just make it to thirty. One two three four five six seven, the cars parked in the parking lot, eight nine ten eleven twelve, doors closed, thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen, I needed to leave. Seventeen, I was in so much trouble, eighteen nineteen, I was gonna be arrested, twenty twenty-one twenty-two, I had to leave, twenty-three, the doors opened and police and paramedics came running in. Twenty-four, they ran to the bodies on the ground, twenty-five, the police called for backup, twenty-six, they were taking witness statements, twenty-seven, a policeman came over to me. Twenty-eight, he tapped my arm, twenty-nine, I turned around to face him. Thirty.
"Excuse me young lady, I need to take your statement. Do you know what that means?" The officer said.
"Yes officer. I was sitting in the back corner of the room when they came in, I heard a noise over the music and stood to try and see what it was. The lights turned on and I heard people yelling to get back to the wall. We did and after about two minutes the men started killing, they shot three people at a time. A total of seven, one teacher and six students." My body felt hollow.
"They being?"
"The mercs."
"And what happened next?"
"I killed them."
"Come again?"
"They killed seven people, and they weren't going to stop. So, I killed them."
"You killed eleven trained mercenaries? By yourself?"
"Aye."
"How?"
"Gunshot to the head, gunshot to the head, gunshot to the head, stab wound to the chest, three gunshots to the chest, slit throat, two stab wounds to the gut, stab wound to the chest, playing card knife to the neck, gunshot to the head, gunshot to the head." Ticking each method off on my fingers.
"You did all that?"
"Are you deaf?" I tilted my head ever so slightly.
"Name and address please."
"Madelyn Everhart. Seventeen thirty-two Meadow Road."
"Okay, can I have your parents names and numbers please?"
"No." Ghosts don’t answer phones. Ghosts. Don’t. Answer. Phones. I know, I’ve tried.
"Pardon me?"
"You can have my uncle's number. Oliver French, two oh two, three twenty fifty-seven thirteen."
"Mm-hmm. Okay, I'm gonna go call your uncle okay. Please come sit out in the hallway."
"May I get my bag first? I don't want someone to take it."
"I'm sure it'll be fine. Come sit please." Jerk. I followed the officer out into the hallway and sat against the wall, picking at my nails. Blood was drying in my hair and on my clothes. Twenty minutes later I saw Oliver enter the building and walk up to me. I looked away from him and bit my nails as he asked what had happened. Not wanting to talk to him, I stood up and walked over to one of the crowds of people to lose myself in it. Everyone turned and stared at me as I tried to integrate myself into the group of people so I left. Looking for another place to go, I saw Gideon sitting alone at the back of the room and walked over to him. He watched me silently as I sat down next to him, and I was grateful that he didn't try to talk to me or ask any questions.