Dead Girls & A Broken Heart ***EDITING MAJORLY***

Dead Girls & A Broken Heart - Chp 2

All good things must come to an end, but all bad things can continue forever. -- Anonymous

“Izzy Stephens?”

For the hundredth time I recoiled in my seat. I blinked stupidly as my gaze rose to meet theirs. Yes Izzy Stephens. My life and here I sat in the police interview room past midnight. Cold, sick, tired and numb as I glanced stupidly around me. The room was nothing like the movies, sure it was dark but it was late. The walls were a soft calming blue and I wondered if that was it’s purpose; to soothe others and let their defensive side fall down. It wasn’t working for me as my body convulsed for the hundredth time with unstoppable shakes and quakes. I cling tighter to the thin police blanket. They’d even put the heater on in the corner for me. Though it didn’t do much, yet I guess it’s the thought that counts.

“Yes?” I finally croaked my voice husky and soft.

“Let’s go through it again.”

I momentarily clenched my eyes shut tight. Sgt. Paterson waited patiently and respectfully. “It was a party.” I whispered finally. “She didn’t tell her parents.” I said taking a long pause to keep in control. “Gabe come to me at about eleven thirty and said her parents would be home in about ten minutes.” I said closing my eyes shut tight as I remembered having to witness the police telling her parents. Her mother screaming at the police telling them they were lying whilst her father just stood there, so lost and empty that he couldn’t even comfort his wife. I watched them as they broke down on the floor; I saw their empty lost eyes that had lost all meaning. I watched it all. “I went looking for her.” I whispered staring at the desk, my eyes heavy as I pictured Ms Hayne’s face crumble as she sank to the ground and her husband just stared at the solemn police officer.

“Are you sure it was eleven thirty?” he asked softly.

My head once; stiff and short “I’d glanced at the clock just before…” I trailed off stopping myself.

He nodded scribbling down on his notepad, yet the tape recorder was also in action and I bet there was also a camera. “Continue, sorry.” He urged softly.

It was obvious he’d been dragged out of bed by his hair and his rough adjustment of clothes. Yet his eyes were now wide open like any other officer; sickened and beside themselves. These sort of things just didn’t happen in dear little Pearson of NSW Australia.

“I walked in” my voice instantly dropped lower and wavered, yet I forced myself to push forward “and- and she was just lying there on the bed, on her back t-t-tied to it, naked.” I said my voice breaking as I pushed away all images especially the bright blues eyes. Eyes I knew I could never escape now. Those images were branded into the back of my lids. I was haunted.

“She meaning Natalie Hayne?” he clarified.

I nodded as tears silently escaped, finally falling. I was beginning to think i possibly couldn’t show any form of emotion anymore, I felt robotic. “Gabs came in and saw it and fled to the bathroom…” I trialed off my story finished as my hands shook drastically in my lap. They knew what happened next, I called the police and luckily they arrived before her parents. We watched everything happen; them usher us out of her bedroom where hours earlier we’d been getting ready in to do some crime scene investigations, them tell her parents, their breakdown, her mother’s screams of agony, her strong father sink to the floor once all was lost, and the police to take us to the station. I saw it all.

There was a long pause.

“I'm just going to ask you some questions Izzy.” He said softly, I nodded weakly as I tried to gain some ounce of sanity. “Am I correct in saying that Natalie was new and has become quite good friends with you and Miss Karms?” he asked referring to Gabby. I nodded mutely thinking; come on I just want to leave! “Now did Natalie have any enemies from her or her old school and home?” he asked.