I Know Where it is

Chapter 1: Interrogation Time

November 8th, 1987

The walls look empty. Too empty. The only pit of darkness that slightly covers my view of the wall is the police officer who's speaking to me, or interrogating me if you will.

"Alright, ms...?"

"Priscilla. My name is Priscilla." I reply back sharply while I have a cold blanket that has been used before, I could see the dried blood and vomit from the past people have used this blanket. My whole body shivering head to toe while I twiddle with my fingers.

"Right. I apologize, ms. Priscilla." The officer replies while having their arms crossed, leaning back against his working chair. The silence ringing in my ears like those sun rays you would hear on a hot, summer day, my eyes scanning the cold room with my tired eyes. "Do you know why you're here, Priscilla?" The officer asks me with his hard expression.

"Do you know how many times I have told you guys what happened to me and my friends?" I asked him with sharpness in my tone, it was true. I did tell them them what happened over four times. The police officer looked at me as if I had four heads and two sets of eyes.

"And we have told you we are working on it." He replies back. "But the real question is why do you keep lying to us?"

I looked back at him with disbelief, "So you think that theres a chance that what ever happened to my friends.. You think I caused it?" The police officer cuts me off; "No, all we want is just some hard, set in stone evidence before anything or anyone is being searched for." I can't believe this man. "Set in stone evidence? Theres already evidence from before at the campsite!" I snap back before my head turned towards the door that leads out into the police station main area. A man walks through the door urgently, seeming as if something was wrong and urgent. He spoke in a panicked tone of voice and was catching his breath. "Sir, there's something I think you'd want to see."

"Cant you see im in the middle of something here?" The officer snaps at him, subsiding the urgent situation he was interrupted with. I look at the business man with panic, assuming that it was about my case that is barely being worked on. "Sir, you need to trust me. It's a code red." The police officer snapped his head towards the man and immediately got up from his chair to deal with the matter at hand. He turned his head towards me and spoke firmly, "Oh, and dont go anywhere. Got that, Priscilla?" The two men leave quickly out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I can feel a certain emotion rising in me, but I cant put it into words. I feel a bit curious at the situation. But, of course I do, It's my case. You can hear the distant alarm going on and off on the other side of the office door. Under the door, there were red beaming lights going off and on as well, Indicating a code red. If the matter was really that urgent, I would had been included in the matter as well. I quickly get off of the cold, rusting chair and turning the door knob to find another police officer guarding the door. Seeing him turn around with his arms crossed, he was sweating like crazy, looking like a glazed donut.

"What are you doing, little lady?" The police officer spoke in a rough voice, he was clearly not here to mess around.

"I have to use the restroom, it's urgent."

"Fine. But, you need to be supervised."

We both walk towards the gender neutral bathroom, the floorboards creaking every step I took. The walls looked old fashioned, like if Bob Ross tried to create another masterpiece but had memory loss midway of painting. As I make my way through the dirty bathrooms, I see a small window above one of the sinks and I immediately think of an escape route.

"What? You're going to watch me?" I asked him with a hint of mockery in my tone of voice. If I could just have him a little distracted, maybe I can actually get through with this. He sighed heavily, his arms still crossed while he turned around in front of the bathroom stall. "I can never just take a piss in peace." I murmured under my breath, then taking my plastic water bottle and poured it into the toilet to make it seem as if I was urinating. Luckily the window was unlocked, which was unfortunate. I put my foot on top of the toilet, and my other foot on top of the toilet paper bin thats on the side of the stall and lifted myself up out of the window. A quiet thud was heard from the outside, and the quiet pattering of feet running through the giant field. From these past couple months, I have never felt so alive before, so free as if I didnt have any responsibility. The adrenaline rushing through my body as I reach the road.

I'm out of breath and I need food, or even something to keep me alive. While looking to the left and right for any cars to pass by, I decide to do it New York style and stick my thumb out infront of me to indicate that I need help.

30 minutes pass by and no luck. Either they pass me by, or drive through a puddle and splash me with dirty rain water.

"What is wrong with people?!" I scream out into the field, seeing the police search for me in the distance. I need to get out of here. My clothes drenched in water as I run into the road and back towards my house. The sweat dripping off my forehead, yet the cold breeze felt refreshing. And yes, you're probably so confused right now as to what is even happening. Well, I'll tell you if you are really that eager to know.