The Game of Valet

I wrote this story during school and shared it to my English teachers. They said they enjoyed it and hope you enjoy it as well. With school in the way, it took my months to write this story.

My hidden scars emerged upon my face while I gazed into the mirror. I didn't receive any closure from the guilt of what happened five years ago. I concealed my actions from the past to society. I mostly regretted the murder of my very own friend. I wasn't imprisoned for second degree murder because I showed remorse and I was controlled by a higher demand of authority. The maniacs in prison had an immoral will to kill and expressed no repentance.

I laid back down on my bed that I was acquainted with for five years. I was isolated from the rest of society wearing psychiatric clothes. I heard the lever on the door from the outside clutched. My door slide opened to reveal a police and a doctor. "Ms. Nore," called the doctor. I sat up and locked my attention towards him. "Would you come with us please," said he. "That's not a request."

I got up and trundled towards them in pure silence. Are they finally going to execute me with a vaccination or affront me about the crime that I had done? We walked in silence as we entered a grey plain room with just a table and chairs. "Sit down." The officer commands. I sat in one of the side chairs. The officer and the doctor sat beside me waiting patiently for more officers to come in. A quiet atmosphere filled the air for a brief moment.

"Ms. Nore?" Officer in front of me looked at me directly.

"That's my name." I said.

"Five years you've been in this ward and we observed your emotions. We recognize that you were sorry for killing Ms. Hallson." He said. Hallson was my friend's surname and her first name was Laura, Laura Hallson. Honestly, my trial could have been a lot worst if I hadn't left my innocence when I've killed her.

"You know I have been showing remorse for like half a decade and I was deceived as a murderer of a crime that I didn't commit." I replied sternly. "Actually, not on purpose."

"Then why did you decide for committed it?" The officer raises his brow.

It's obscured to put it in words and it was elaborative in my head. I took a deep breath. "Forced too." I said.

"Whom forced you?"

"I don't know." I sighed and rub my forehead. "I was kidnap by a gang and they told me I had to kill my best friend."

"Laura Hallson was your best friend?" He asked.

"Indeed." I said quietly. "Although I don't understand why."

"What happens if you object?"

"You will have more corpses on your hands and they will get away with it." I said. "I should've defy their orders and let them kill me, but..." I paused.

"But what?' The officer in front of me raises his brow.

"My family would've been killed as well. My mother, my father, and my two younger brothers." I answered.

The doctor and two police officers stepped out of the room. I was left surrounded by all cops in pure silence. I decided to not to speak with them and I lowered my head in shame. I pondered what the authorities were talking about. Are they going to conceal me in this place forever? Are they going to sent me to prison? So many questions blazing through my mind that's obscured to be answered in seconds. The doctor and the officers finally return into the room and sit back down.

"Alright, Ms. Nore..." The officer sat in front of me again.

"What's the damage?" I asked while laying back in the chair.