Finding Tristan ✓

8: Interview

"There are no accidents. There is only some purpose that we haven't yet understood."

Kylie

The policeman came in to speak with me while Lynn and Ace were still gone. Mr. Fletcher asked me a bunch of questions; some that I couldn't even form answers for. I found out that they searched Ace's and my house. They found my cat Lily dead. And according to the authorities, she died sometime after midnight.

He was a burly man with a bit of a pot belly. His shirt was neatly tucked into his pants. The belt filled with equipment that he wore filled me with a bit of surprise. The man had to carry that around all day, putting an extra five pounds on him. I'm pretty sure he was wearing some kind of body vest as well.

Mr. Fletcher told me that my dad had heard scratching noises along the walkout door to the garden. They found her hanging below a tree branch by her neck. And she was horridly skinned; her entrails almost bulging out of her stomach. Both of my parents know that I have a stalker on my ass now. My little sister Anna knows about it too, and it frightened me.

My sister might have already made a small funeral gathering for our cat. I planned to give her a giant hug when I arrive home. It was really hard for me to be away from my family during a time of need.

I honestly hoped that my stalker wouldn't come after my family. Otherwise everything would become a horrible mess. A mess that I can never really clean up properly. I wouldn't have a mother or a father. Anna and I would be sent off to live with my crazy grandparents, either that, or an orphanage. I closed my eyes and laid back down on the bed as soon as the police officer left.

I figured that my mom would come back home from her trip and give me a mouthful as soon as I get home. And I was sure as hell not ready to be whipped by a belt. She was the type to carry out immediate discipline, if the things I said don't make sense, or if they don't seem to add up. I wasn't going to be checked out of the hospital until tomorrow morning. I let out a defeated sigh as I tossed the uneaten apple into the trash bin.

I felt so irritated and pretty much done with all of this bullshit. What was taking Ace and Lynn so long? There was a light knock on the door and a nurse came in. She had dark colored skin and wore black rimmed glasses. Her brown hair was just below shoulder length. The woman had a strangely calm aura around her; one that I wasn't quite used to yet.

"How are you feeling?" Her eyes lingered over my mine as she gently removed the IV from my wrist.

"I feel a little irritated to be honest with you." My stomach growled and the woman chuckled.

"I feel the same way. The name's Sasha," She offered me her hand to shake. I returned the friendly gesture and smiled. "By what your stomach is saying, I think you're a bit hangry."

"What about you? Why do you feel irritated?" I asked her as she sunk a new IV into my skin. I winced a little bit as Sasha taped the the tube flat down. The black woman looked very young as a nurse. It seemed like she was a college student.

"I'm irritated because I don't really like this job. This place smells like blood half of the time, and the high amount of chemical fumes there are here give me headaches." I sniffed the air and rose and eyebrow. The air smelled like the lobby of a dentistry. The lemon smell didn't bother me at all; I thought it smelled good.

"Then again, this is a hospital. The cleaning staff has to keep this place practically germ-free, that way hardly any of the employees would get sick." She mentioned underneath her breath and pushed the bridge of her glasses up with a finger. I sat up and smiled, amused by her attitude.