All Which Remains

Part 2; chapter 10

Chapter 10

Farrah

Seeing him in the police station had to have meant that something was wrong. I was about to ask the boy why he was here when my father walked back into the holding room. He grabbed my arm and dragged me away. I almost waved goodbye to the boy, but then remembered that he was blind. So, I just whispered "goodbye" to him. I doubt that he heard it. I could tell that he wasn't here. My father dragged me through the door. Maybe he had heard me. Then the doors slammed shut. I was met by two guards that grabbed me from my father and took me away to a small, cement room. It was immensely cold there. I had to wait for about twenty minutes before an officer came in and sat down in front of me.

She was a brunette with pale skin like she'd been inside for her entire life. She was wearing a POLRI uniform and black, pointed shoes. She set her clipboard down in front of me, and leaned forward on her elbows, rocking a little bit. First, she asked me what I thought I was in here for. To be honest, I had too many ideas. So, I just said the first thing that popped into my head.

"Uhhhh," I said, "probably for running away?"

"That is the most likely cause, yes," she said looking past me, "but that isn't why you're here."

"Oh?" I couldn't think of anything else to say. What could I possibly say in front of something so ridiculous?

"Oh, wait..." I said.

"Yes," she said, "have you figured out why you're in here talking with me now?"

"Is it because I said I murdered Arif?" I said, looking her dead in the eye.

"Yes. Your father had testified to you saying that you killed your little brother. What did he do? What was so horrible that you committed homicide? That you would kill your little brother." The woman looked sad. Sad for me, sad for Arif.

"I saved him."

"How would killing save or solve anything?"

"My father was going to kill him first. Arif told me to put him out of his misery because he didn't have the guts to do it himself."

"Oh? Is that your excuse? That an eight-year-old child wanted to die at the hands of his sister?" I could hear the anger rising in her voice, but I kept my voice cool and level.

"Yes. That is what he told me to do and all I did was abide by his wishes. Who am I to stop a child with dreams?" I wouldn't break eye contact with her. I wouldn't show that I was weak, that I was scared.

"Fine. If that's the story that you're going to stick with, we're going to get another officer in here to play bad cop." The woman grabbed her clipboard and left the room. I heard the lock click behind her.

The new cop stepped in. Before he left the doorway, he stared at me for quite a bit. He had black hair and bright blue eyes. He was wearing a POLRI uniform like the woman before him. When he finally stopped staring at me, he sat down where the woman had sat prior. He didn't say anything. Once again, he just stared at me for a prolonged amount of time before he finally said, "Are you cold?" I was so surprised by this that it took me a bit to respond. When I did, I asked him why he thought that I might be cold.

"You have goosebumps on your arms and your nose is red."

"Is that why you were staring at me?"

The cop turned red and looked away from me.

"Yes," I said, giving him an out, "I am cold. Are you allowed to give me a blanket? Or something else to cover me?"

"I'll go ask." he said as he started to get up out of his chair, "We can start the interrogation afterward."

"Okay," I whispered.

When he came back into the room, he was carrying a blanket and a cup of something steaming. He handed me the cup and put the blanket around my shoulders.

"Thank you, officer," I said, avoiding eye contact.

He sat back down in front of me, but this time he had a clipboard like the other lady. He looked down at it, seemingly to decide what question he was going to ask first. After he had looked through it, he set the clipboard down and looked at me.

"I heard that you killed your brother," he said, there was no remorse in his voice.

"Yes," I said, looking into the cup of hot chocolate that he gave me, " I did."

"Why are you lying to me?"

"What?" I said, looking up. "Why would you say that?"

"You're not the type of person to kill her eight-year-old brother."

"You have no right to judge that," I said, and from then on, I didn't talk anymore. Even when they tried to bring in new officers. I was done talking. They had to kick me out and stick me in a cell.