The Macabre ➸ Psycho C.R.

《23》

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-Chandler-

"Due to budget cuts, you've just got the clothes you arrived in." The officer half heartedly droned, placing a pile of my clothes into my arms.

Without explanation, I was told that morning that I was getting out of jail. It was late... or early- whatever you call 1:30 am. Not that I had slept anyway, I was dragged out of my bunk and told that I was leaving. Someone- I didn't know who- was waiting for me.

I was ushered through several gates, before I met a female officer sat at the reception desk. I stood, looking around, until the guard who took me beckoned me over towards an exit.

It was pitch black outside, apart from the few streetlights which kept the roads ahead dimly lit.
I stepped outside whilst the door was held open by the guard, but before I could ask him a question, he interrupted with a "good luck, kid." And closed the door.

Licking the still drying blood from my lip, I sighed nervously, taking several steps before I exited the gate.
I squinted, trying to focus on the parked cars through the dark to find one I was familiar with. Stepping down further, I noticed a number plate. My number plate.

I walked slowly over, and soon began jogging, eventually opening the passenger door and expecting Nathan to be sat in the driver's seat, seeing as it was only him who had my car keys.

I sat down, speaking. "Hey, Nath. Uh...thanks for getting me, I didn't kn-"

"Nathan's dead."

I looked to the side, my eyes widening once I saw the profile of Darcie.

"Oh...Darcie, I didn't know you'd-"

"Shut up. Put your seat belt on." She cut me off with a blank tone, twisting the key and turning on the engine, leaving me somewhat shocked.

Once the engine was running, the car lights turned on. I looked at Darcie from the corner of my eyes and noticed that her hair was dripping wet onto her shoulders, and her entire body was soaked- her clothes clinging to her figure, almost as if she had been swimming or something crazy like that.

She also looked really really pissed off.
"Wait..." I said, quietly, turning to her as she began to drive. "What happened to Nathan?"

"He's dead." She repeated, not facing me at all.

"How'd...what?" I stammered. Once she didn't reply, I gulped, turning back to the window. "Do you know who-"

"Shut up." She said. Was she...upset?

After several seconds of silence, leaving me to stay silently dazed by Darcie's attitude, I quietly asked "Darcie... what happened to you?"

She turned quickly to face me, raising an eyebrow before chuckling sarcastically. "What happened to me?" She replied quickly, her confident and somewhat demeaning attitude coming as a shock to me. "Specify; before or after you tried to kill me?"

I parted my lips to speak, turning away from her and out of the window. Eventually, I managed to whisper out "I'm sorry."

I noticed Darcie's jaw clench. She cleared her throat, turning back to the road. Then she spoke, quieter and calmer. "I'm taking you home. If it's okay with you, I'm going to shower, and change into something else. I'll grab my stuff, then walk home."