Inexplicable Attraction (Editing)

Inexplicable Attraction: 28

"do you remember anything?" a police officer questioned me.

i looked over at richard. we spent the last five hours together, just talking. about nothing really, if i even tried to think about our conversations i would come out blank.

i dont remember much.

but he was helping me. he continued to talk to me, probably distracting me from my own negative thoughts.

"well, the last thing that happened was that james blurted out that he loved me." i closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to relax myself. "then he turned us around so that i was now facing a man."

i kept my eyes closed. "i remember he was wearing all black, he was big, and he had a gun." i opened my eyes in frustration.

"but it was night, dark. i couldnt see his face, he was too far." i sighed in defeat. that was no help.

"isabelle" i heard richard whisper in anger.

"well, i think thats enough for now" i heard the police officer say.

i turned to richard who had his hands balled up into fists, and he was scowling.

"what is it?" i asked him worridly.

"i know who did this" he said once the police was out of hearing distance.

"really who?" i asked with high hopes.

"isabelle. the woman we used to work for." he said with disdain in his voice.

i slumped down in my seat. "then why did you tell the cop?" i asked him.

he sighed. "we have no proof. isabelle never does the dirty work. we need proof." he said. his brow was furrowed, and he looked lost in thought.

i sighed and slumped into my chair even more.

"yes, but we can still tell them. it might help." i said with encouragment.

he looked up at me with a determined look on his face. "your right." he said standing up. "ill be back later." he said leaving the room.

"i hope" i heard him whisper before he had truly gone.

i looked up at james' room. i sighed one last time before i entered.

 sat down on the seat next to his body.

i slumped into my chair, his room was small and cozy.

there were no windows, just his bed in the middle. and then the monitors he was attatched to.

there was even a small t.v. on the corner of the room.

two chairs next to his bed. 

the room was plain, and it had a melancholy feel to it. but dont all hospitals. especially when the one you love is laying, lifelessly on the be, instead of in your arms were they aught to be.

 i sighed as i sat down on the bed... doing nothing. there was nothing i could do but wait, and sit until the love of my life woke up

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sorry its short you guys, but ive been thinking about the ending, wich is going to be th next chapter. and i think i finaly have an idea.

:)