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"Why won't she say anything?" He hissed, running his hands through his hair. They had been waiting for the girl to speak for five hours now, but she hadn't said a word. She just continued to stare at the glass wall separating them and fiddle with the cup of coffee they had gotten her. Truthfully, they were starting to feel uneasy with her empty stare. Turning away from the girl, he tugged at his bleached blonde roots and let out a huff of annoyance.
"Just give her some time, Aaric. All of her friends are dead, she's probably traumatized," The dark haired girl scolded before turning towards the glass wall. The glass was made out of a special material that wouldn't break no matter what was thrown at it or hit it. She leaned forward and tapped the microphone that was sat on the desk in front of them. "Do you need some more coffee, hun?" She asked sweetly.
The girl continued to stare unblinkingly at them. The more she stared, the more fidgety they started to get. "She's not going to answer us, Callista," The bald man snapped. He was feeling a mixture of irritation and fear watching the girl on the other side of the wall. They all knew what she could do to them if she wanted to, though they knew that they were safe thanks to the wall but they were still worried she would do something. He swallowed hard and tore his gaze away from her, "Let's just call it a day and come back tomorrow."
"If she doesn't want to talk now, do you think she's going to want to talk tomorrow?" A dark skinned girl pointed out, narrowing her eyes at the older man. "You're an idiot if you think so, Drew." Drew fell silent with her words. All of them had to admit that she had a point. She uncrossed her legs and stood to her feet, walking over to Callista and the microphone. She leaned down into the microphone and stared back at the girl, "We don't have all day, so you better start talking, girlie. If you don't tell us what happened, you're going to get arrested."
The girl finally tore her gaze away from them and leaned down to speak into the microphone in front of her. The room she had been placed in was plain gray except for the white table and the white chair she was seated in. Using her hand cuffed wrists to push the coffee cup out of the way, she spoke into the microphone, "Either way I'm going to get arrested." Her voice was hoarse from not talking in a while and her throat hurt from all the crying she had done previously. She leaned back and stared back up at the four uneasy police officers.
They exchanged looks, surprised that she had finally talked, but also nervous that she had finally talked. Taken aback, the dark skinned girl looked back at her colleagues, "What do I say to that?" She hissed, covering the microphone with her hand, so the girl wouldn't hear them.
"She has a point, Chanel," Drew pointed out, stuffing his hand into his pockets and using the other to bring the coffee cup to his lips. "Either way she'll get arrested."
"Shut up," Chanel snapped, turning back towards the microphone. Eyeing the girl up and down the best she could with the table in the way, she leaned back towards the microphone, "You'll make it worse if you don't tell us what happened."
The girl lifted her shoulders and shrugged before bringing the coffee cup back towards her. She still refused to drink it. Instead, she would just fiddle with it. It seemed to calm her from whatever was bothering her.
"Chanel move for a second," Callista sighed. Chanel was about to protest, but the stern look from the Latina caused her to sigh and take a step back. Callista wheeled the spiny chair she was sitting in back to the microphone. When they first started the interrogation everyone had been sitting down, but as the hours started to go by they started to get anxious and rose to their feet to pace while she stayed seated. "Why don't you talk about something else first?" She suggested.
