what's right when all is wrong

Part 2

It's funny how everything someone is or once was can disappear in the blink of an eye.
I was now standing in the shower inside my neighbour Jodie's home replaying last nights events in my head. I let the ice cold water pour down my face clinging to my eyelashes, dripping off my chin. I stared at the shower timer stuck on the tile wall as the blue dust fell to the bottom of the hourglass. As the last grain of sand fell I turned the shower off. I stepped out of the cubicle, opening the shower door. A shower mat had been placed on the floor for me decorated with Garfield characters. Normally it would have made me laugh or at least smile but I felt nothing. If anything it made me angry as it brought back memories of the countless mornings as child mum and I would watch the cartoon together sitting on the carpet eating our food. That carpet is now stained red with her blood.

I dress and walk into the kitchen where Jodie is waiting for me with a smile plastered across her face. "Feel good to shower?"she asked.
"I guess," I mumbled back. Her phone buzzes and as she reads the message the bright smile that moments ago lit up her face faced away.
"That was the NewYork police. They know how it happened," she trails off.
"It's okay," I say confidently," I need to know."
Jodie sighs before replying,"It was the knife wound in her stomach, she had multiple cuts over her body presumably from the same weapon but the blood loss from the stomach wound was what killed her."
Flashes of red dance through my mind as I recall the deep wound embedded in her stomach. I choke, losing all the confidence I had just displayed and had to dig my nails into my thigh to keep myself from crying. Instead I let out a simple, "oh".
"They want to talk to you later today, I'll drive you down myself...to make sure you get there safely."
"Thank you."

Later that day Jodie and I drove to the station with the buzz of the Manhattan traffic surrounding us. Cars honked and engined revved but we sat silently amongst all the noise in the car. "I don't think you should be worried baby, they'll probably just want to ask you some questions," Jodie says breaking the silence, "you don't need to worry."
We pulled up outside the station and I realise I've never been here before. The grey stone building looked fairly old and through the revolving doors I could see the busy rush of people inside. I thank Jodie telling her I'll call her when I get out, I step out the car and begin to walk towards the precinct. Nerves consume my body as I get closer and closer to the door and I begin to wonder what questions will they ask? Did they think I have anything to do with the murder? Maybe they think I know the culprit? Either way I wanted them to get to the bottom of it so I was going to help them in every way I possibly could.

After entering the building I noticed the inside isn't as old looking as the exterior. It has hard wooden floors and white walls with desks scattered throughout the room. I notice there is a second level as a man in the centre of the balcony looking over the precinct makes eye contact with me as I'm surveying the area. A "visitors" sign hung over the staircase and I assumed that was where i was supposed to go. Following the staircase to the top I open the door leading to the upstairs area. Unlike the open space of the ground floor this level is mainly offices and sofas. It has a more relaxed feel unlike the frantic downstairs atmosphere. The man I had recently made eye contact with sees me and immediately flashes a smile, "Clarissa, how are we?"
"Fine," I reply. Geeshh how did he think I was. How am I supposed to be after seeing what i saw.
"Ah, I see your obviously still upset, please follow me."
And with that I followed him into a small office and am immediately greeted with the smell of a doughnut.