Cool Kids Don't Dance

Eight

Aye there guys, you're still here? That's really cool. It makes me happy. Here's the songs for this chapter.

*Emperor's New Clothes by Panic! At The Disco

*Delilah By Florence + The Machine

*Bohemian Dances By The Do

*Moody Blues by Nights In White Satin

Enjoy *insert winky face*

Louise sat in an uncomfortable room. The atmosphere alone was enough to make someone punch a cat. But not only that, the people that strode by, with a look of conviction and business in their features made Louise feel insignificant. Louise crossed her legs as tight as they would allow, her hands overlapping each other neatly in her lap. Subconsciously, she was trying to hide herself from the inhuman droids pacing through the cold police station. 

This was never what they looked like on T.V., Louise thought.

Louise was in a plush chair across from a busty brunette woman behind a big mahogany desk, typing into a computer with a blank stare. Busty then pointed her gaze toward Louise expectantly. Louise was unaware, she was still studying Busty intently. 

Louise had a tendency to do that. She loved trying to "solve" a person, to guess what their internal problems were. And things like how many kids there were in the family, if they were married or not, how many siblings. If someone in their life had died recently...

She happened to be a whiz at it too. She could tell Busty was sad, someone had just left her, her husband maybe? Louise thought.

Knowing the people around her made her feel more secure about not knowing a side of herself.

Busty cleared her throat at Louise. 

when she finally focused back at Busty's eyes, she lit up a very staged, but enthused smile. 

"Hi there, Miss..." Busty dropped her eyes to paper laid on the wooden desk before her. "oh, uh Henderson, what seems to be the problem?"

Problem? How about FUCKING tragedy, the only person who cares for me is gone.... gone. 

Louise pushed back her "impolite" thoughts and mimicked Busty's smile. "My mother has been missing for a measurable amount of time. She gave me not even a trace of where she had gone."  Louise tried to remain calm. As if the words she just spoke held no meaning. They were nothing but sounds produced from her vocals that the "relatable" woman in front of her would soon reciprocate.

Busty nodded and frowned sympathetically, her mouth conveyed little emotion but her cold eyes cancelled out whatever was produced, Louise noticed. Was this a choice or an unnoticed trait? Louise dropped her eyes to Busty's hands, soft and uncalloused, but there was a wedding ring on her finger, must be another family member then.

Louise continued the details of her adventure over the past days. But leaving out Aidan, the last thing she wanted was to cause him anymore trouble than what she had already induced. So she referred to him only as "a friend".

Busty nodded and murmured "uh-huh" and "oh no" in just the right places. Louise found it disturbing how her eyes were latched onto Louise so... firmly. Her attention was all on Louise. Busty, or Sargent Adams, as Louise had seen her tag on closer inspection, was entirely pointed toward her. Elbows rested on the desk and eyes piercing and analyzing every detail, just waiting for an inconsistency with her story, Louise knew it. 

"So how old are you Miss...." Louise rolled her eyes as Sargent Adams had to look down at the papers in front of her again to recite her last name. "Henderson", Adams completed.

"I am six-teen" Louise relayed without any emotion.

Adams nodded again and rifled through her stack of papers before stating with a too-big smile "Alright, well since you're still a minor we will be sending patrol over to your house every couple of hours to check on you" Adams then shifted uncomfortably, but quickly recovered with a toothy grin "If the, uhm..." Adams rummaged for a harmless word "Situation, does not... change within a couple of weeks we will have to find you a guardian. Do you have any family near Edgewood?"

Oh god, Louise thought, the F-word. 

Louise quickly shook her head, whipping her pony tail as if to bat away the memories that came with the F-word.

"nope, no family." Louise answer swiftly.

"Not even in state?" 

"None. At all. Nothing except for Anna" Louise looked down at her tightly bound legs and held back a sniffle. But it was too much, her shoulders rocked back and forth uncontrollably, but no tears came. Just a tremor that shook her weak frame.

Stop it. You wimp, you're mother leaves you for three days and you cry about it? What a girl.

Louise heard Adams sigh with frustration from across the desk. 

What a twat.

Louise stiffened her back and looked up, her gaze dull this time and full of anger. But Louise shouldn't be surprised, she knew Adam's cold temperament before she even walked in the door. She could feel it radiating from outside this office. But Louise thougt it had just been a little nippy outside... even though it happened to be pretty early this year for any of that, school had just started.

Louise heard Adam's voice drone on but she lost interest after her rudeness. So she fixated on the television adjacent from her in the back of the office. Louise watched as someone flipped the channel a couple times and landing on the news. A reporter in a red pant suit appeared, she talked quickly and with a booming kind of swagger. 

Very independent, I bet, Louise thought and continued to "solve" the woman that lit up the screen.

"Early this morning a Grieving Mr. Adams awoke to find the most tragic scene he would ever encounter." The reporter continued drawling on while walking backward toward a familiar looking house, motioning for the camera to follow her, she turned around and walked briskly to the entrance of the home where a hunched over man with dark circles under his eyes stood.

"Hello Mr. Adams, can you tell us what you saw this morning?" The reporter asked with absolutely no softness in her voice, just that same swagger.

The man scrubbed his face with his palms, before groaning softly, "Look Leslie, I told you 'no cameras', didn't I?"

"I recall you saying I could ask you a few questions." She answered, louder this time. She then glanced back at the camera and smiled nervously. "What did you see, Mr. Adams?" She prompted.

What a greedy bitch, Louise thought, he's obviously in loads of pain and now you're just going to make him relive whatever he saw for the off chance that your stations gets better ratings? Inhuman, asshole.

The man crunched his eyebrows together creating a seam between them that was dark from the years of making this same expression. Louise loved the look of age, of use, evidence that you have lived, and this characteristic only made her sympathize for him even more.

He took in a deep breath and gazed unflinching, into the camera. "I found my baby-girl, dead. With a hole in her arm and leg, on a blood-soaked mattress where she bled until she died. When I got there she was still alive and crying the last tears that would ever fall from those fresh and young eyes. When I got there she was begging me to end her." His tone was emotionless, but the words he spoke described the scene enough for Louise to realize exactly what had happened. 

Last night, was not a dream.