I woke up with no specific thoughts in my head. There was this blank feeling of emptiness- until I remembered last night. I have to do something. I have to take care of the mess that I made. I got up, brushed my teeth, and looked up in the mirror to a face I didn't recognize. Am I crazy? How could I do such a reckless thing? What I did was so wrong. I knew the longer I waited, the bigger the problem would become. I paced around the room, trying to gather up the words I would say once I called the police. I even questioned if I should go to the police or the mental hospital. What would be the smarter thing to do? The police might appreciate it more if I just went straight to them, but I'm scared. I'm terrified of what would happen to Darren, or me even.
I called Daniela. She picked up immediately. "Hey."
"I don't know what to do. Who do I call?"
"The police!"
"But Dani-"
"I know, I know. It's serious stuff, but if you don't the information could get translated wrong and things could get even worse. It's best they hear your side straight from you."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
"I would go to the police station. Tell them in person."
"What if they arrested me right there?"
"Arabella, they can't. If anything the hospital is going to get in trouble for losing a patient that easily and not reporting a guy with no identity earlier."
"That's true..."
"Just go. Call me right afterward, okay? We can hang out and figure this all out."
"Thanks, Dani."
"Of course. Good luck."
I hung up and put on clothes. I dragged myself downstairs and told my mom I was going to get some coffee, which was true, but I wasn't going to mention the fact that I was going to the police to confess to a possible crime, and that I was tied up in something awful. The less my parents know the better. They already hate me for leaving unexpectedly to Colorado. I hopped into my car and drove in silence. Nothing can help the amount of fear growing within me.
The police station isn't too far away, and I reach the station in ten minutes. I fight the awful nauseousness I'm experiencing and muster up some courage as I walk inside. There's an older cop sitting at the front desk looking at me curiously.
"Hello little lady, what can I help you with today?"
"I'm uh...here to confess and explain something. It's a bit complicated." I swallowed the lump in my throat.
"What is your crime?" He sighed. I'm ruining such a nice peaceful day for this man.
"I'm sure you've heard about the two people who escaped from Colorado. I was the girl who released my friend from a mental institution."
"Are you a minor?" He asked furrowing his brow.
"No, I'm eighteen." Thank God I'm legal, or else my parents would have to be here.
"Okay kid, come with me." He stood up and led me down a gray hallway and stopped at a room. There were two other men in the room at a desk. I sat down facing them, and it was hard to not be intimidated. I started to instantly regret coming here.
"What's your business?" One of the cops said.
"This girl claims to be the one who released that kid from the mental institution in Colorado."
YOU ARE READING
The Nameless Boy
Mystery / Thriller"The voices." He simply said. "Voices? In your head?" I asked remembering he's schizophrenic. "Yeah. They tear me down, they rip me apart. They've hurt me more than any human. They told me that everyone will eventually let me down. No one's worth it...
