FrAcTuReD (Part One) (Completed continued in Part Two)

Chapter. 08 (Another Slight Edit)

Charla made her way over to the nurses' office, where Jack seemed to be waiting, leaning against the doorjamb with a file in his hands which Charla could only guess was her's. This man though looking so lax seemed very meticulous with keeping records of the students here. "You're early," he said. "And here I thought you'd try and sneak away."

"I had a feeling if I did you'd probably be pretty angry at me."

He laughed slightly as he entered the Nurses' Office. "And you'd be right, now then, were you able to give that note I gave you to your Uncle?"

She shook her head. "No, he wasn't home, my cousin told me that her father, my uncle, works at the police station as a detective, and that it's normal for him to not come home every two or three days or so."

"Ah right, Detective Liebert, I tend to forget how busy that they can be some times, especially now that summer has ended." When Charla frowned he elaborated. "Oh you probably wouldn't know, around every summer or so, we have a number of tourists that come here, and though it's great profit for the town the damages that some of these people do is not the greatest."

"Oh..." Charla said. "Actually I think my Dad mentioned something about that when we were preparing to bring me here." But that still leaves it hard for Nina... guess there's more similarity then I originally thought. I just hope that's the only similarity.

"So shall we get started?" Jack asked drawing Charla out of her thoughts. When she nodded and entered the office Jack pulled out a chart. "Alright, so first off I'm going to ask you a sires of questions, I want you to answer them as best as you can and if we come across a question you are uncomfortable with just say "pass" and we'll skip on over to the next one alright?"

Charla sat down on a stool across from him. "Okay,"

Jack began with simple questions, her age, favorite color, a past pet, generic stuff and the like, that was until one question came up that made her go still.

"Do you recall why your blackouts started?"

Her whole body froze as images flashed in her mind of a man she wish not to remember her hands balled into slightly shaky fists as she recalled the man's smile making her go pale. "Pass..." she spoke nearly in a soft whisper.

Jack frowned slightly and wrote something down on the file. "Okay, what about at your old school?"

She frowned in turn. "What about it?"

"After you began having blackouts were they frequent in your old school? I ask not out of curiosity but to paint a better picture of your issue so I can deal with it appropriately in case something happens."

Makes sense... "Not often, the only time that I can really recall off the top of my head was when a fellow classmate knocked me out."

His frown deepened with slight concern. "Knocked you out?"

She nodded.

"With what if I may ask?"

Charla was quite, slightly tilting her head up a bit as if trying to recall it. "I know it was blunt, it left a bruise on the back of my head for a while, maybe a book-bag that had heavy books? I can't really recall any of it."

"Did you go to the hospital?" his voice suddenly on edge.

She frowned as if trying to remember. "I'm not really sure, I think I did and nothing turned out to be wrong. Although it wasn't the first time this student would do something like that, he had done other things that weren't physical."