Ugly Troll

another day, another day.

Work it's finally over, I have to visit the police station about mum.

As I arrive I see a familiar face. I wasn't sure at first but I sighed knowing I would have to explain why I was in a police station. I'm not very comfortable in a place like this. Maybe he wont see me. I sat down and look everywhere but his direction. Everything seemed alright. I was getting kind of bored. Lets see. White walls with a blue pattern on it, marbled ground covered in a mist of dust. The smell was sort of like, I don't know, gross. Umm, the guy next to me starting coughing really loudly before winking at me. I just looked away from him. 

"Holy shit, whats a goody two shoes, like you doing in a place like this", he smiles. Go fudge yourself Alex.

"I could say the same for you", I bit back nastily.

"I'm here because I am doing work placement here", he said with a cocky smile.

"Merry Christmas, I don't care", I mumbled.

"Well, what crawled up your ass and died", he questioned while flicking his name tag.

"If you must know, It has been a rough week", I rolled my eyes. "Part of it is your fault", I voiced in barely a whisper.

"What was on the note", he asked me. he was know putting all of his attention on me. I was not expecting that. It was mere seconds but felt like everything was slow. He placed his hand on top of mine and gave it a light squeeze. I have never seen this side of him before. no smirk, nothing. Just a sad but reassuring smile. 

"You offended me", I mumbled.   

"What, specifically did it say", he asked me. I sighed and turned to my bag. 

"Please don't laugh. it's serious to me", I explained.

"I won't, I promise", he says taking a small step towards me. I find the note and show it to him.

his expression for a split second was unreadable. But, he looked angry. "C-can I borrow this", he breathes out.

"Why", I asked him.

"I know whose hand writing this is", he shakes his head. 

"Whose", I asked, reaching for his arm. He looked at my hand and looks my in the eye.

"Did you", he asks.

"Did I what", I got confused.

"Hannah Farmer", an officer called out.

"Did you", he repeated.

"I'll talk to you at work", I smiled.Ii wonder what he was talking about.

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After about an hour of talking I was free to go work. I sighed, not having the energy or the will power to do so.

I walked in and was greeted by Chase and Alex arguing.

"Show me it at least so I can prove it wasn't me", Chase yelled.

"Your two are scaring away the money", I pointed to all the people leaving.  

"He thinks I wrote something that I didn't", Chase looked at me.

"Chase is not the type of person to write that note", my voice broke at the end a little.

"It's his hand writing", Alex said looking at me.

"NO", I shouted.

"What is going on", Chase asked.

"Show him", I told Alex.

"Fine", Alex handed the piece of paper to Chase who seemed like he didn't care. 

"It is just some silly note", Chase laughed.

"Did you do it", Alex looked at me.

"Do what", I asked, feeling a breakdown coming.

"What the note said", he asked.

"No", I said really quickly.

"see, harmless note", Chase smiled.

"There is blood on the corner", Alex said in a serious voice.

"I cut my finger and got a band-aid out of my bag when I found the note", I explained.

"See, plus I am sure she didn't use any of the razors I put with the note either", Chase said.

"What", I whispered.

"Yeah, Greggy put the note in and I put the razors in as Alex was distracting you", laughed Chase.

"I trusted you", I shook my head and walked out.

"Did you do it", I heard Alex shout. 

I ran to my broken apartment and to my broken life with my broken sister with my broken breathe, with my broken run, with my broken skin. with a broken me.

I am leaving this place, with all the money I have, I can run. Ill leave my sister with my uncle, and I'll run. I will leave the thought of those boys behind.

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I am back bitches, i gots a plain for the direction of this story, don't worry about it.