Simon Says

Caught

I walked back into the kitchen, expecting Terry and the others to be there, but instead, Ducky was sitting on the floor. I quickly snatched him up, grabbed my keys, some other important necessities, and ran out the front door.

I regretted my decision as soon as I set foot on the cold, grey cement of my front staircase. Outside, the police were waiting. The men who were directly in front of my house, were the police. The police. They grabbed both of my arms, making Ducky fall to the ground, and they hoisted me into their car.

"Hey, uh, can you give me my duck back, please?" I asked, straining a smile in.

"Sorry, ma'am, but all of your items are now confiscated. We're going to be heading to the station, where we will ask you a few questions. Please try to remain calm."

I sighed very loudly and rubbed my eyes with my palms. I've already been through this before.

At least 30 minutes later, we arrived at the station. They unlocked the car doors and dragged me out.

"Uhm... Ma'am, if you could... Maybe... Move your feet? Walk?"

"...No thanks."

"Ma'am."

"Ugh, fine."

I started to walk normally as we entered the building. Everyone was staring at me, and it felt like holes were burning through my body.

"If you could just step in here, please."

"Alright."

I stepped through the metal doorframe and sat down where the chair closest to me was. The two officers sat down in front of me.

"So, we've collected some evidence, and discovered that there was a lot of murders committed by a girl named..."

He rustles through his bag, and grabs some files. He flips to one specific page with a lot of gory pictures on it. They look like my old classmates.

"Raven Hush."

I cringed a bit. I hated that last name. That's why I would usually use my middle name as my last name.

"Is that you?"

"... Yes. I'm tired of running. Go ahead and lock me up. I don't care. I've seen things that I don't want to see anymore, and I don't want to live this life anymore. Put me on death row. Free me."

"Miss Raven, you're not going to be put in jail at all. You seem to have some... Mental instabilities... So..."

"So I'll be going to an asylum. You can tell me. Isn't that your job? Telling people who they are and where to go?"

I got a biiiiig sigh from this question.

"You will be escorted out tomorrow morning. You will stay at the station tonight, and we will have officers go to your house and collect everything necessary."

"Does that mean I'll get Ducky back?"

"... Sure, miss."