They Call Him Crazy

Chapter Twelve

"POLICE! OPEN UP!" Yelled an officer from outside.

"Fuck." Harry groaned against my lips.

We pulled apart, me still looking into his eyes. They were now a dull greenish grey color. He stood up from the couch and walked towards the back door.

"I'll be back when I know it's clear." Harry told me.

"Promise?" I sniffled.

Harry turned towards me and smiled.

"I promise." He said before disappearing through my back door.

"I WILL FORCE ENTRY IF YOU DO NOT OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!" The officer yelled.

I scurried to the door and opened it to be met by two officers.... and the S.W.A.T.? The officers quickly stepped inside my home and looked around. Some investigators came in and one officer took me outside and in his car. Was I getting arrested?

"Ma'am, we need to take you down to the station for questioning." A female dressed in black told me.

I muttered an okay and laid my head against the window. Through all the officers and trees, I saw him. He was staring right at me. Something else behind him caught my eye. It had bright red eyes and a smile that could scar you forever. It's body was mainly black and had horns as sharp as knives.

I started banging on the window, trying to alarm Harry about the creature behind him, but he wouldn't budge. An officer ran up the car, blocking my view. He opened the door and asked me some questions.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" The officer crouched down.

Harry was no longer there. Neither was the creature. I hope it didn't hurt him. Those thoughts caused me to bawl my eyes out. Why was I crying? I hardly even know Harry, but the thought of him getting hurt or me losing him is so.. painful? I wouldn't be able to bare it.

"Take her to the station, now." One officer told another one.

A short black haired officer got inside the car and started it up. She looked at me with pity in her eyes. I honestly don't want pity. I just want to know that Harry is okay and that we find who destroyed my new home of two days.

• • •

After about a thirty minute drive, we had reached the station. The officer who's name tag said Sophia on it, got out and helped me out of the car. Since I was handcuffed, I couldn't help myself out or anything. Why am I even in handcuffs anyways?

Before I could ask anything, Sophia was pushing me hard into the building. Why was she being so rough with me? I'm only here for questions, right? That's what one officer told me. I better not be in here for anything else..

"We need the bare room, John." Sophia spoke through a small speaker.

"Yes, ma'am. Who are we having with us today?" The man named John asked.

"Collin Ramier" Sophia replied.

How does she know my name?

A silver gate opened, and Sophia pushed me through it. We were walking past cells and some crazy people who were put to prison for a reason. One was a taller woman that looked like Charlotte somehow.

"You won't save him deary... Nobody can." The woman laughed evilly.

"Ah, shut up." Sophia glared at the woman.

Okay...

"Get moving, Ramier." Sophia snarled at me.

What the actual fuck?

Sophia led me into a room with a table and two chairs. That's all that was in there. It's like something you would see out of cop shows and such. What confuses me, is why am i in here? I didn't do anything wrong.

"Miss Ramier, please take a seat." Sophia was kind for once.

I obliged and took a seat. There was no way I am going to get on her bad side.

After a few minutes of sitting in silence, another officer came into the almost empty room. He was a tall man with no hair. He looked buff -the scary you don't wanna mess with him- kind of buff.

The tall man walked over towards me and took a seat across from me. He tapped his fingers on the metal table before speaking for the first time.

"How long have you lived here, Miss Ramier?" He asked.

"T-two days." I replied nervously.

My nerves kicked in. I began fiddling with my thumbs, something I would be known for doing if I had gotten extremely nervous of something. Like right now, this is a case of the jitters. I am completely frightened by this large man and intimidating woman.

"Don't be intimidated by us." The man spoke.

I nodded my head as I gulped.

"Do you have any evidence of who vandalized your home?" The man asked.

I had to think about this for a second.

"No- wait. He left this letter at my doorstep." I replied.

I got in my pocket and pulled out the letter from 'L'. Carefully, I handed it to the man. He took it and read it over. Once he was done, his face was pale and he looked as if he seen a ghost. He stood up and walked over to the woman. They whispered but I couldn't hear them.

"What?!" The woman yelled.

"Quiet!" The man scolded.

They both looked at me, but I kept on fiddling with my fingers. The man left the room along with the woman. My eyelids started getting heavy and eventually shut on their own.

• • •

"Wakey, wakey Collin." A voice spoke roughly.

My eyelids fluttered open and the first thing I seen was bars all around me. I looked at my surroundings and gasped. My clothes were orange. I was in jail clothes.

"Guard!" I yelled.

A short man walked over to me and crossed his arms over his chest.

"W-why am I l-locked up?" I began fiddling with my fingers.

"Because-" He was cut off.

"Clarke, don't answer that." The snotty Sophia spoke from behind him.

"Please." I begged.

He mouthed "I'm sorry" and left.

I ran over to my jail bed and started crying. This isn't where I should be. Home with mom. talking about how lucky I am to have her, but no. I'm stuck in jail, for god knows why.

I wish Harry was here..