Changing For You *Harry Styles* (ON HOLD)

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

Saturday, 8:49am

"Hello, I'm Officer Warner, and this is my partner Ty." He introduced, and shook my hand. "Are you Kim?" I nodded. "Great we were wondering if we could ask you just I few questions?"

"O-ok." I stuttered. If I have learned anything from TV shows it's that these things never go well.

Confusion swept across me. I didn't know what to do. I needed my mother, as much as that  sounds childish I really needed here the most right now. No one knows what type of pain I'm in, and I mean NO ONE knows how bad it feels, but she's the one the feels the most pain right after me.

"I... I just- I just need my mother." I told them and rushed passed them. I sped walk, almost ran, to her room and almost ran into her as she was about to exit. Once I saw her I let the tears that were on their last thread, fall. I wanted to fall along with them, but I couldn't. My mum rapped her arms around me into a hug while I cried on her shoulder.

"There are officers here." I whispered to her.

"OK let me go stick some pants on." It was then that I noticed she was only in a long shirt. I nodded and she closed her door again.

My feet padded slowly on the floor. I stopped when I heard silent voices, and realized they were talking about me.

"Don't do anything to hurt her more than she already is."

"I'm sorry, but we make no promises. As for right now she is the main suspect."

"Why?"

"Because that is just how it works. I believe, from what I heard, that she isn't, that the story she told was true, but until we find out more facts we don't know if she's lying or not."

"Trust me she's not lying, she had plenty of nightmares last night."

"We know that's normal-"

Officer Ty, I believe, stopped when she saw me. Harry, and Officer Warner, turned around as well. I stayed silent, I didn't know what to say.

"Hey, I have to go to work now, but I will call you later OK?" Harry broke the silence. I nodded and he started walking down the stairs when my mum's door creaked open.

"Annie Mason." My mother introduced, she held out her hand in a polite gesture.

"I'm officer Warner, and my partner Ty." Officer Warner reintroduced, and they each shook my mothers hand. "We are here for questioning upon the incident that took place yesterday."

"Of course." My mum answered, with a sad smile.

"We can do it here if you like." Officer Ty suggested. I nodded, I feel like it would be much better, if the questions get to rough for me I could always kick them out.

"OK" I reply silently.

We walked over to the couches. I sat down on the one, and the detectives sat on the other, while my mum stood next to me. My legs were pulled up to my chest, and I was mentally preparing myself for what will happen next. I mean I couldn't fall asleep at all last night, and when I did I would wake up every 30 minutes crying.

"OK now do know who killed your brother?" Stupid question.

"Me."

I started both my mother and the detectives, by my answer. It was true though if you think about it. I provoked the man to shoot the gun, it's all my fault that he died.

"That's not true." My mother told me, I could hear the tears in her voice.

"Yes it is! I provoked the man to shoot the gun and he did! I was being a smart-ass, while that... thing was holding a dangerous weapon and he shot it!" I didn't mean to yell, but that was the only thing that I was able to do to make my voice understand able or else all a person could hear would be my sobs.

"Hey, that gun is only as dangerous as the man behind it. Now we want you to make that man as identifiable as possible, OK?Do you remember what he looks like at all?" Officer Ty asked me, and I nodded.

"He was American. He had a ginger beard, and has ginger hair. He has scary, piercing, green eyes, and a big bear belly, like he go's to the bar everyday." I explained, I could never get that sight out of my head, he was an ugly man with an ugly heart.

"How did you know he was American?" Officer Ty asked while she scribbled my description on a notepad.

"He didn't have an accent, and he just had that American look." I wiped away my last tear. I was surprised I even had any tears left.

"OK thank you, we will keep you updated, and we might talk to you again." Officer Warner told us. He probably will talk to me again sense I am the main suspect right now. I'm pretty sure they know it isn't me though.

"Do you need anything? Water?" My mother asked me, I shook my head no.

I felt an urge to go into the bathroom, so I slowly crept off the couch while my mum was in the kitchen. I stopped in front of the mirror and looked at myself. I looked ugly, sickening a person my even add. I spent my life as a skanky pile of shit, and now look what happened. I killed my brother, and I'm getting sympathy for it? I don't think that is the way it works. I should die a more painful death.

I punched the mirror and tears rolled down my face. I screamed, not from the pain , but from the reason that caused the pain. I deserved this and I know I do.

"Kim!" My mum gasped and quickly wrapped a towel around my bleeding wrist. She ran away, and arrived moments later with a phone probably calling 999.

"No mum, I deserve this! I deserve to die!" I screamed, but she ignored me and kept her hand right on my wrist.

I continued to scream at her and she continued to ignore me and talk to whoever it was on the other line. I stopped though, the room started spinning, and everything went black.