What did you see?

Introduction:

I really never thought of how I would act in this situation. As I observe the chills on my body my mind wonders off to how there aren't that many cold days in California which is why I've never really owned a jacket. But a jacket would have been nice right now. My thoughts are disrupted by the loud bang followed by small vibrations radiating up my arms from the desk. It takes me a split second to realize that it was the sound of the detective slamming his large folder in front of me and yelling words in an useless attempt to get me to finally speak. I chuckle on the inside as I quickly remembered my ability to be completely mute for an entire school year in 4th grade. The quiet games is one of my favorites and I'm only sure it will be my only way out of this situation.  I quickly return my mind to reality because this is not 4th grade and this is not my game. A shiver trickles quickly down my spine as the realization sets in that I am not in control of this game, and this time my silence is the only thing keeping people alive.

He begins to show me photos, and in my peripheral vision I can see massive amounts of blood encompassing every image ; but instead I focus my eyes on this awful coffee stain on his shirt. How could such a slob be interrogating someone like me? I'm usually very humble but I'm very aware of my strengths. I'm top of my class at USC studying law with a guaranteed spot at any law firm I choose. I'm brilliant when it comes to law, most people are too stunned by my appearance to get to know that. I get my perfectly pouted lips and dimples that steal compliments from strangers from my mom and I guess I can thank my dad for my deep hazel eyes that never show my real emotions. I can actually thank him for many things, most importantly that I'm one hell of a good liar. I'm pretty sure that's why I make a great lawyer, I realized early on the real curriculum was more about convincing and connections than it was about law.

But once again breaking my train of thought, the detective pushes the photos into my face with no where for my eyes to avoid them or thoughts to evade what just happened. I look at the photos I've been desperately avoiding and it's much worse than my mind could have imagined. As my eyes gaze over the wounds I start to recall the night where all of this shit started. My best poker face could not hide the chills that ran through my body as the memories filled my brain and silenced the room. I notice the detectives face soften as he watches me fight so hard not to completely lose it. He grabs a tissue to hand to me as I'm fighting hard not to fall apart then he shows me the very last photo and as I take a closer look I notice something that makes my entire body freeze.

My eyes dry almost instantly and I gather my composure as my poker face returns. A wave of annoyance overtakes the emotions I was fighting back just seconds ago . I'm suddenly reminded why I have to keep my  mouth shut until I can get out of here and figure out a way to save the one left. I glance back at the detective with the coffee stain, struggling to compose his words and maintain eye contact. I'm reassured that he can't read me because he's used all the tools taught in his little detective classes in the last three hours, each of them failing miserably. As I glance over and see his partner encouraging him to let it go, I begin to stand because we both know that there is not much more he has to say and legally he can't keep me here. As I stand he yells at the top of his lungs with so much emotion that I see his blue veins bulging from his neck 10 feet away , "WHAT DID YOU SEE?!". I stop in my tracks and begin to walk directly to him. I see he is hesitant, not afraid but more interested and hopeful that I may say something useful. I look directly into blood shot green eyes,  knowing this is the first and only time he will ever hear my voice, I show my compliment stealing dimples and calmly say, "Everything."