The Nothing

The Explanation

Well, I woke up in a compact area well that's what I could say. I was lying on my back on a comfy mattress. Two figures appeared in front of me with a pen sticking out of their mouth. They had a clean white shirt with a blue tie on them. They both had a notepad on their hands as they scribbled down a few sentences.

"How are you feeling," muttered the first person.

"Fine," I replied.

"Are you experiencing headaches or that sort."

"Kind of"

"Are you --," he was then cut off by someone that crashed through the central doorway. Dust flew everywhere side by side. He had an angry look on his face. He stomped towards me. I could see his eyes flickering as the lights bounced off him. He didn't look good, and I know it had to be something from what I have done, but what?

"What were you doing with the illegal drugs," he spat on me with a fierce look.

"I don't understand," I whimpered, I was scared of him.

"We found you are taking highly illegal drugs and you were found on the streets so what were you doing."

"I did nothing with them," I couldn't remember anything.

"Ugh," his expression was gone and walked away as if he failed an assessment.

~Three days later~

I was in the hospital bed, and the food they brought for me was taken away and put back. Suddenly, I saw the same figure with the white shirt that walked through the doors and checked me for any problems with me.

"I think you are free to go and return--," once again he was cut off by the same person who spat on me.

"I don't think so; he is coming to my office!", The man bellowed as he took me away.

We drove off to a little apartment that was hidden from all outsiders that came here. The door was rusty, and he managed to unlock it. He put me in the room, and I sat on the black leather seat that he produced for me.

"So, where shall we start," the man muttered. "I want to ask you about what happened about the drugs."

"I was kidnapped when my apartment broke down," I managed to remember few things as if a jigsaw puzzle was done but with questions asked. The man's face looked at me; he had a bulging neck and a face of the color of raw ham. He had a golden watch that was buried under the forest of his hairy arm.

"Well then look", he showed me the newspaper. Apparently I was the suspect for killing two families who lived near the apartment and I was wanted for murder.