Lost Shadows

C2: Interrogation

I'm taken to the station and locked in an interrogation room. There's a bright light glaring over me and a dark tinted window on the wall opposite me. I lean back in the plastic chair and and rest my cuffed hands in my lap, staring at the clock on the wall, listening to it tick as the seconds slowly drag by. Who was that man in the cemetery tonight? What happened to me? Did he do this? Did he save me? My mind runs in circles as I think over the events of the night. Where did he even come from? He wasn't there when I arrived and I swear I would have heard him come up behind me, but he just appeared out of nowhere. Him and his dreamy eyes and old fashioned clothing. Even his posture was strange, what kind of teenage guy stands with his hands folded behind his back, almost respectfully? As far as I know, teenagers are anything but respectful.

An officer strides in, breaking me from my thoughts. He sits in the chair on the other side of the table and glares at me, his piercing blue eyes staring into mine as if trying to telepathically rip information from my brain. I glare right back at him. He gives up and sighs, flipping through his file.

"What were you doing at the cemetery tonight Miss Gray?" The officer questions, leaning forward slightly.

"No hi? No, my name's Mister Police Officer and you're gonna tell me everything that happened tonight?" I mock in a terrible falsetto voice.

He glares at me, probably having gone through this several times today with other...suspects? "My name is Officer Jackson Konnor and I want to know what you were doing in the cemetery tonight."

"I was visiting my sister."

"And who might that be?"

"Sophie Amelia Gray." I state simply.

"What happened at the cemetery?" He asks.

"I tripped," I said, "I tripped and scraped my arm on a tree."

"Then could you explain why both your shirt and hands are covered with blood?" He pushes.

I look down at my white shirt, now painted red with dry blood, "it was a bad scrape."

"Your medical exam says nothing of any scrape, or any other wounds at all," he says, beginning to get suspicious.

"I heal fast," I smirk.

"There was enough blood on the scene to fill a body. It has been identified as yours. So please enlighten me Miss Gray, how is it that you're still alive?"

"That's for me to know and for you to never find out."

"Miss Gray, if you don't tell me what happened, I can't help you."

"Does it look like I need your help, Officer? Like you said, there was enough of my blood to fill a body, but somehow I'm still alive. I think I can survive anything else thrown at me."

He sighs and leans back in his chair, giving up.

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"Apryl!" Chloe yells when she sees me, her eyes widening at my tattered appearance.

"Hey Chloe," I say casually, walking out the front door of the station.

"Don't 'hey Chloe' me. What happened to you? I waited for 20 minutes and then there was yelling and screaming and the next thing I know, there are red and blue lights everywhere! I saw you being taken into a police car! Why are you covered in blood? Did someone hurt you? Apryl, stop staring at me and tell what's going on!" She finishes her rant and huffs.
Suddenly her eyes widen -even more than they already were- as if realising something for the first time, "you killed someone, didn't you! That's why there's-"

"Chloe!" I yell, cutting her off, "I didn't kill anyone."

"Then why are you-"

"It's mine," I cut in again, gesturing to my shirt.

I scan the room and realise we have an audience.

"Come on Chloe, I'll explain everything when we get home."

The car ride is tense, Chloe literally bouncing with anxiousness. As soon as we pull up at my driveway, she leaps out of the car and practically sprints inside. I turn off the engine and follow slowly after her, not necessarily looking forward to telling her what happened.

I shut the front door and turn around to head to my room, only to be intercepted by Molly, my dreaded foster mother. She's standing in a yellow robe with pink fluffy slippers on her feet. Her arms are folded over her chest and she wears a scowl on her face.

"Where have you been?" She demands, placing her hands on her hips dramatically.

"I was just out with Chloe," I murmur, thankful that the lights are out and it's dark. If she could see my bloody appearance she would flip. I brush past her and head towards the stairs.

"Don't you dare walk up those stairs young lady! What the hell could you have been doing that results in you coming home at three thirty in the morning?" I keep walking. "Apryl, we're going to talk about this!"

"Goodnight Molly," I yell down the stairs, then continue to slam my bedroom door closed. "That went well," I sigh as I turn to see Chloe sitting on my bed expectantly.

I sit down reluctantly and begin to explain what happened; The green-eyed stranger, the fall, the nearly dying and strange coldness, and finally, the interrogation. She's confused to say the least and of course she was jumping all over the place when I mentioned the green eyed boy who possibly saved my life. She has way too much energy for someone who had spent their night in a graveyard and a police station.

She finally falls asleep, her crazy blonde hair splayed across my pillow. I shake my head at her and head to my bathroom to have a shower, grabbing some clothes on the way. The strange occurrences of the night fill my head as water runs down my body, removing the blood and dirt I'm so glad to be rid of. I run my hands over my stomach where I was stabbed, remembering the numbing pain and cold, the voice that was calling my name, the hand that healed me. My mind trails to the mysterious boy; his bright green eyes and dark, curly hair, did he see what happened? Was he the person - or thing - that healed me? I need to know what really happened tonight, who he is and what he did.

I'll go back.

Tomorrow.

I'll get some answers.