Who Did It?

"It wasn't me"

The detective was ruthless. Asking questions looking for a slip to lock her up for good.

"Miss Delavide, you were found at the scene covered in the victim's...your boyfriend's blood. And in the same alley was your boyfriend's...Keith Samuel's head. Where is the rest of him? Why did you kill him? Not to mention you were diagnosed to have ingested high levels of human blood. Care to explain?"

At this point she was numb. Still in a trance. It had been 3 days since the murder. Nothing was adding up. Her mind was blank.

"I don't know what happened I swear," she pleaded. Her pleas sounding like the repetitive chorus of a dumb song. The detective wasn't having any of it. His questions were relentless. Her memory wasn't serving her well.

Gabrielle really tried to remember what happened that night. Nothing. It was like the whole day was erased from her memory. This only pissed of the detective.

"Listen here miss. Unless you want to die like the cannibal you are. I suggest you confess to your sins!"

'Cannibal'. He said it with so much disgust. He sounded more than repulsed. His face contorted in judgement and indifference. She felt her tears well up in her eyes.

"It wasn't me..."