Black bird 🖋️

Chapter six

The sounds of cars honking and people yelling mixed with the sound of harsh raindrops and thunder cause Hester to wake up. She opens her eyes, looking down at a grey concrete road with white stripes. It was dark out with a full moon, rain clouds covering part of it.

She turns to look up, a bright yellow cab in front of her, its lights shining in Hesters eyes as it honks at her. To her left there's tall glass and metal buildings, towering at least 10 feet high. To her right is the same. "Get out of the road!" The driver of the cab yells.

Hesters head hurts as she tries to figure out what's happening. She can't remember anything. Her head racked with questions. Where was she? How did she get here?

Theres a soaked blanket covering Hesters body which lie nude beneath it. She stands up, holding the blanket around herself. Theres a siren to her right. A red and blue light coming from a parked car. A man in a blue police uniform walks closer to her, he speaks into his radio, "10-103m."

Hester eyes the man. What did those numbers mean? Why was he walking closer to her? "I'm going to need you to come with me ma'am," He says calmly, holding out his hand.

Hester steps forward and the man leads her to the car, putting her in the back seat. Traffic continued from where it was before she was there. The police officer set off. He turned off his lights and followed the road, he glanced back at Hester. "What were you doing in the middle of the road sweetheart?" The way he said 'sweetheart' made Hesters stomach churn, so she decided to stay quiet.

The man pulled the car into a parking lot of a tan concrete building which laid two stories high. On the front of the building there was a sign that read, 'Police station' in a navy color. The man got out of the small car and opened the back door for her, allowing her to exit.

Hester kept the blanket around her as she got out of the vehicle. The man shut the door behind her and guided her, with his hand on her lower back, to the entrance of the building.

Hester reached for the handle on the glass door, but the officer beat her too it. Inside there was a set of four blue plastic chairs against the left wall beside a potted plant. In the center of the room there was a desk, a man sat behind it, he looked no older than twenty. To the left was a hallway which led to many other rooms down the way, each had the same light wooden door with a silver handle. The man at the front desk eyes Hester and then looks to the officer. "Room three," he says quickly, returning to the screen on the computer in front of him. The officer leads Hester into a room which has a foldable table in the middle paired with two metal foldable chairs. The room glowed yellow due to the singular light bulb in the ceiling which appeared to be dying.

The officer pulled out a chair for Hester and she sat down. "Names officer Jenson. I'm going to get you some clothes, sit here." Jenson leaves, shutting the door behind him.

Hester looks around the room. There's a camera in the corner. She stares at it until Jenson walks back into the room. He's holding a stack of folded clothes. "I think these will fit," he says, handing the clothes to Hester. He exits the room again. Hester puts the clothes on the table and removes her blanket, putting the clothes on, which surprisingly fit almost perfectly, they were a bit baggy on her.

The clothes consisted of a pair of black, beat-up tennis shoes, black leggings, undergarments, a white shirt, and green sweater -- which were both baggy on her. After a couple minutes the officer walks back in and shuts the door, sitting across from Hester.

The officer goes to speak but is cut off, "Where am i?" Jenson tilts his head some before responding. "The police station? Ma'am, did you take anything?" Hester thinks for a moment, her eyes wandering as she does so. "po-li-ce, that's a funny word," Hester says quietly.

Jenson reaches under the table, pressing a button. A woman walks in holding a tray with a plastic cup on it. Jenson takes the cup and hands its to hester. "Follow her, please." Hester stands up and follows the woman who walked in. She leads her to a restroom.

"Do you know what to do?" Hester shakes her head; this annoys the woman. "Just urinate in the cup." Hester walks into the bathroom and the woman walks off. Hester stares at the cup for a moment, placing it on the sink.

She walks out of the restroom, walking towards the entrance. She walks past the front room, rushing towards the door. "Ma'am, where are you going?" The boy at the front desk asks. She ignores his question and rushes out of the door. Jenson follows her, trying to catch up. Hester looks back at him before taking off in a sprint.

She runs down the road, Jenson following closely behind her. Up ahead are a few buildings which aren't as tall as the ones she saw earlier, some three or four stories shorter.

She makes her way into an alley way, turning back to try and see Jenson. She can't. She slams into something hard, throwing her onto the ground. The thing reaches its hand out, Hester hesitates. Jenson's voice echoes and that's all it takes for Hester to take the hand of a potentially dangerous stranger.

The stranger pulls her into a door which leads to a small, pitch-black closet. "I think we lost him," the person says in a hushed whisper. Theres a quiet pounding sound as the man reaches his hand around on a wall. The lights flick on, and Hester shields her eyes.

She removes her hands after a second and her eyes adjust to the light. A man with recently trimmed black hair, soft green eyes, and olive skin with a chiseled jaw line, stands before her In a tan trench coat and a plaid shirt. Hester assumed the man was around twenty-four.

"why were you running from the cops?" he asked. His deep voice made him seem much older than she originally thought. "Where am I?" the man looked down at her, "A pizza parlor." He said with a sly smirk.