Interrogation

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After we all got to the police station they took me back to the interrogation room. I think. It had a big wood table in the middle and one chair on either side of the table. It was a dark green and had a big mirror. I already knew that it was a one way mirror because uh law and order duh. Anyway Gordon tells me to sit in the chair that's facing the mirror while he takes the one on the opposite side. "So miss. Kennedy can you explain what exactly happened tonight. Before your parents were murdered." I thought about it. "W-well London and I were up in my room, she was laying at the foot of my bed and I was reading a book on my bed. Then all I heard was my parents yelling. I thought nothing of it they haven't been very good  with each other lately, been fighting a lot. Then I heard a vase break . That's never happened before and so I ran down stairs and I saw a man standing over my mother with a knife. My mother and father were-" I stopped to add some dramatic affect and began to cry again. "It's okay take your time." Bullock tries to calm me down. "I'm sorry. Where was I?" "your parents were..." "oh right they were already dead." I started to cry and Gordon kept talking. Man, this guy is not very fun. "Do you remember what the man looked like?" I thought about it... what would a killer look like? Oh wait like me! I got it! My uncle Jerry he's been trying to get at my parents for a while now. "Um.... he had an all black outfit and he had dark brown hair he looked around 6'2. I didn't get his eye color." Gordon looked at Bullock and nodded. "Stop with the games miss Kennedy! We know you did it!" I was shocked. What? How? " Officer Gordon that's terribly wrong! I loved my parents!" "We know it was you because the neighbors called 911 because of a loud noise complaint. So we were on our way there and we saw you run out of the building with a knife and walk very carefully down the street?" Gordon exclaimed. I didn't know what to say. So I confessed. "Okay you got me. I did it. I killed them." I say in a very calm voice. "Why did you do it?" I leaned into the table "Because they wouldn't shut up, and a girl can only take so much." I smirked."So I made them shut up for good."

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