The Amnesia Notebook

17

             I stared out the window of the fast-moving cop car as we passed houses and businesses.  We drove by a stretch of woods and I saw seven cop cars parked there and lots of caution tape.  I looked down, that must've been where they found Amnesia.  Amnesia.....was......dead.  And I was the suspect.  How could  I be a suspect?  How could Amnesia be dead?  Or even missing when I saw her mere days ago?  How could I know all of these things about Amnesia?  The only thought in my head was how I must've been framed.  I am not a murderer.  I fiddled with the cuffs around my wrist.

            "Miss Cambridge, please stay still.", the officer driving the car scolded.

             "Sorry.", I mumbled.  I sat back in the seat shutting my eyes.  After what felt like eternity, but was actually only a few minutes we pulled into the parking lot of the police station.  The car door was opened and one of the cops yanked me out by my arm.  The three of us walked up the concrete steps and through the glass door.  The second cop roughly pushed me into an uncomfortable plastic chair, disregarding the soft cushy chair right next to it in the spacious waiting area.  I looked at the clock the entire time I sat waiting.  A half an hour passed before a blonde man and a blonde woman exited through door near the security desk.  I assumed them to be Amnesia's parents as they both were crying and had an uncanny resemblance to her.  A man whom I assumed to be an investigator followed behind them.

               "Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Warrington.  I promise we will alert you if we find anything about Amnesia." He waved goodbye to them as they left the building.  The tall thin man changed his focus to me.  "I'm assuming you're Whitney." the man said gruffly.  I nodded my head. "I'm Jacob Truste, the lead investigator on this case.  Let's go."  He signaled to the two officers and they escorted me through the door and down a long hallway.  Jacob held open the door to a small room, with only a table and four chairs, for him, myself, and the two officers.  "Take a seat Whitney.", The investigator sat on one side of table and the officers sat one on either side of me opposite him.  "Let's begin."

              "Ok." I took a deep breath.

               "What can you tell me about Amnesia?"  I wracked my brain for answers.  The truth was, I knew nothing about her.

                "Nothing." I said firmly.

                "Are you certain?" Jacob said.  I nodded.  He shuffled his papers.  I looked at the officers beside me.  One was scanning the pages of a small book and the other was looking at his watch.  "Well, then how did you know all those things about her?  You must have known something about Amnesia if you were able to write a notebook about her."

                 "Well, I only knew that stuff because someone has been leaving me notes.  Clues, really.   Everything in that notebook was from the notes.  I was unable to make any connections between them.  I just assumed that they were related to her."  I shifted in my metal chair and leaned onto the cold table. 

                   "Ok.  Obviously this isn't going to get us anywhere today.  We don't have enough evidence to throw you in a jail cell tonight, but we are going to put you in a holding cell here." Jacob nodded and the officers stood. 

                "Ok Sir." I said squeezing my eyes shut.

                "One final question, Whitney.  Did you commit this murder?" Jacob stared seriously at me.

                "No." even though I sounded firm, I felt myself waver under his tense gaze.

                "Thank you Miss Cambridge.  The officers here will take you to get some of your belongings from your house.  Then you will stay here until we collect enough evidence to take you to trial or release you.  There will be more questioning tomorrow."  Jacob scribbled on a sheet of paper and put it in a manilla folder.  

               "Alright."  I stood and said goodbye to Jacob.  I followed the officers out of the room and down another hallway.  We stopped in front of a room and the taller of the two officers unlocked the door.  

                "This will be your room while your held here.  Take a good look and keep the size in mind when collecting your belongings."

                "Ok." I nodded and the officer pushed open the door to reveal an all white room.  There was a decent sized cot with a mattress on it and two pillows, as well as, a writing desk, a night table, a chest of drawers, a small wooden chair, and a futon.  There was an extremely tiny television in the corner.  There was another door which I pushed open to reveal a bathroom with a toilet, sink, and shower.  It had a small countertop with a medicine cabinet.  There was also a tiny closet with ten plastic hangers in it and two shelves.  The whole room was very tiny and cramped.  I couldn't tell whether the room was giving off a positive vibe of "I'm sure your stay will be short and pretty soon you'll be found innocent and will get out of here!" with it's tight design, or if it was a negative vibe of "I hope your time here is long and miserable before your sent to jail!"  No matter what, I knew I would only be able to pack the bare necessities and a few accessories.  "Ok.  Thank you.  I'm ready to go to my house now."  I looked at the officers.

                "Alright Miss." the shorter office escorted me by the elbow out of the room.  He locked the door behind us.  The only sound as we walked down the hallway was our footsteps and the rare clanking of my handcuffs hitting together as I shifted my arms.  We walked out of the door and into the waiting room again.  I waited as one of the officers grabbed keys to the cop car.  He pushed open the door holding it for me.  The wind whistled past and I felt an icy chill.  I climbed into the back seat of the car and we began to drive off.  It started to snow.