Prologue

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The interrogation room was completely silent. The walls were painted in a cheap dark grey paint that had begun to chip away in different areas revealing the cement building blocks hiding behind. Nothing about the interrogation room was pleasant, it was dull and left nothing to the imagination; your mind was supposed to be as blank as possible and give you no alternatives to telling the truth.

The only thing I could find myself staring at was the two-way mirror across the metal table embellished in the wall like the letters on a grave stone and even though I couldn't see the officers behind the glass didn't mean I couldn't pretend to see them. I had been sitting in the shiny metal chair for what felt like eons; this wasn't even a prison cell and I already felt trapped for eternity. The chair was becoming increasingly uncomfortable and I shifted to a new position every few seconds to try and alleviate the pain in my ass but it was to no avail.

"Any day now." I whispered under my breath. I was starting to become irritated because if I'm here to confess, I should be at the top of the waiting list.

Finally, Detective Reynolds along with two another lumpy officer walked into the room and sat in the chairs across from me. My stare was blank in an attempt to hide any kind of emotion I was currently feeling.

Detective Reynolds was the lead detective on this case and hadn't stopped pressing towards finding a suspect since day one. His dark brown hair was tousled from his hands running through it all day at his desk and his blue eyes were infatuating if you stared into them long enough. His accompanying officer was a lump of a man, he slouched shorter than Reynolds, had no hair and put off a dull aura; it seemed as though the job had begun to get the better of him.

"Are you ready to give your full story Miss Johnson?" The two officers kept their gazes focused on me as Detective Reynolds held his index finger over the record button on his plastic tape recorder awaiting my story. My focus shifted to the fact that this was some old technology for 2016, a plastic tape recorder? I digressed and pulled my focus back to the officers in front of me. This was it, this is what I needed to do in order to bring my life back to order and save the people I cared about most. I looked forward into Detective Reynolds dark blue eyes, they looked like a safe haven, a place that I could reside in and release my paranoia. I reminded myself that I needed to do this and psyching myself out of this confession was not an option.

With a deep intake of oxygen and a quick exhale I began to speak, "There was a time when the sun would rise every morning and I knew who I was on the inside, I was Alana; Alana Lyn Johnson to be more specific. And if there was one thing I was more sure of than anything, it was that I was sane. Although, there was a day where all of that changed and instead of waking up knowing who I was I had to remind myself who I was. Even I have doubted myself during these times, but I am not a murderer. There was no way that I could ever be a killer, I didn't have the ability to pull the trigger of a gun or drive a knife through someone's flesh. I knew that doubting myself was purely out of guilt and feeling a sense of responsibility for those deaths that took place. When all those girls went missing from town I of course was shocked like everyone else, they were such beautiful girls with so much life left to live. Some of the victims were schoolmates, others I didn't know at all. Either way, it was horrible and those girls shouldn't have had to die so young, but I can very clearly tell you today that I had nothing to do with their murders. I must confess to you that I know more information than I have revealed in the past. I know that it's wrong of me to with hold information regarding an open investigation, but the reason I kept quiet for so long was fear; fear drove me to remain silent. I also know that this may make me appear as a suspect, but in order for me to tell you this I need to be sure that I have your trust. So before I begin, do I have your trust?"

"I thought this was a simple murder confession?" The officer sitting beside Detective Reynolds scoffed as though he had been lied to. His scoff was the most emotion I had seen from this officer since he walked in the room.

"Quiet. This is a confession." Detective Reynolds turned his head to the other officer and it seemed that he cowered under Reynolds' gaze. Reynolds then turned his haven-like blue eyes back to me and spoke in a soft velvet tone.

"I'm here to listen Miss Johnson. I need to know what happened in order to close this case." After pausing for a moment and studying his stare I decided that it was time to come clean, completely clean. I couldn't keep lying to everyone and pretending that I was safe because I wasn't safe and it was time to admit that. I couldn't sit back and wait for things to settle down, the bull's eye was on my back and if I wanted to stay out of prison for murder now was the time to spill the information I had.

Now was the time to prove my innocence.

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