All Around Us

Psycho

Ever since Sydney passed, I had been finding it hard to re-connect with my emotions. I no longer felt the joy of seeing a friend from long ago, nor did I feel the sadness of watching your mother mourn over the knowledge that her former lover has abandoned her for an eternity of treasures and streets made of gold. I felt....nothing anymore.

Today would've been my mother and I's annual visit to my father's grave, but instead, we were dragged to where Sydney's body would be trapped 6 feet underneath our toes. I refused to watch my best friend's body be covered with soil and the icky creepy crawlers that come with it, so, I glued my eyes shut and waited for thousands of feet to drag themselves back to the parking lot.

I felt an elbow jab into my side and threw my eyes agape. I turned to my mother and witnessed her scowl. Fear was the only thing i'd felt in days. 

As I was sprawled out on my bed, trying to obtain the sleep i'd lost over the fast few days, a loud knock replaced the silence of the room.

"Open up!" the voice of an officer shouted. Puzzled, I dubiously opened the door. I was instantly tackled down by two, massive cops. What the fuck?!

"Ms. Case, you're under temporary arrest for the suspected murder of Sydney Cooper." the officer said. These are the WORST fucking cops in history! What evidence do they have that it was me? 

I should've felt anger; I should've felt defensive; but instead I just let them cuff me and shove my head into the backseat of the confined vehicle.

"You know what we're here for, Case." A chunky man, maybe in his mid-50's, said. Here I am again; one  pitiful light dangling over my head. I looked around the gray room and stared at myself in the small mirror. I looked terrible! My hair was ratted up, a few pimples popped out of my face, and my eyes were dark. I looked like a baby that had been cramped up in it's mother's womb for 40 years!

"My name is Frank Moore. I want you to listen to me carefully," Moore let the words seep out smoothly, "We know you killed Sydney, but why?"

"So, you all think that I murdered my best friend?", I forced out a small laugh, "I never even pinched her before, let alone take a knife a stab her...twice!" I cringed at the thought of living in a town with such terrible cops. As much as I wished I could throw this detective into the Mississippi River and watch him drown, I tried to keep my cool and sound...cooperative.

"Look, i'm just upset about the death of my friend. I would never hurt her." I said, "I'm begging you to check out Jon's story. I know somethings up with him! It was his hunting knife found on the crime scene!" Moore glanced at me, signifying that he was listening.

"I swear on my life that if you interrogate this guy, I will tell you everything I know about the murder!"

"How do you even know that the knife is his?" Moore asked.

"He...attacked me with it once," I said, "He was mad because every time he tried to take her out on a date, she was with me and couldn't go."

"Why didn't you report it? If you'd reported it, Sydney could still be alive today!" I pondered about this for a second. No, I thought, These cops would probably just send him off with a warning.

"I didn't think he would do it again. He seemed to nice for that!" I partially lied. I always felt uneasy around him, but I just let him go. I didn't tell because I didn't want to scare Sydney. She was in love with him...

"Ok.."Moore said. He must've seen through my lie. "That's all the questions I have for you then. The officers will escort you back to your cell. I'll think about talking to Jon." With that, I was dragged back to my cage.