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Lonely

EVELYN'S POV:

I was sitting in the cells at the police office for what seemed like forever. Surrounded by four dark, gloomy walls, and a roof above me that made the space claustrophobic.
I held onto the hope that my mum would see sense and get me out of here, but I didn't think it would be that easy, not in this particular situation.
A police officer came to the cell door. He had dark hair and green eyes, he looked very young in his uniform, too young in fact. He stopped about a meter away from the cells barrier as if he would be safe if I were to let loose. He stood there for a while, staring at me, not screaming at me, not pulling me away to a scientist's lab to get tested on, he just stood there in silence, whilst I stared back.
I decided the break the silence, "What are you gonna do with me?"
He didn't answer me, he just strolled away with his hands linked behind his back, leaving me alone again.
Another couple of long hours passed. I was beginning to wonder if my mum had even remembered that I was here.
Then, to my relief, she walked through the building doors. I could tell that she was disappointed in me, but knew that she would understand after I told her the truth about what had happened.
She walked over to the desk, and was discussing something with the cop whom was assigned to it. I couldn't hear what they were saying, all I knew was that I hoped she was working on getting me out of here.

When they were finished talking, they both came over to my cell. The cop was familiar looking, and for a second I couldn't figure out why, I had never met him before. Then it hit me, he looked the same as the other cop, but instead he was taller, and older looking. The officer opened the iron door, and walked towards me with caution. He pulled a pair of hand cuffs out if his belt, and wrapped my hands in them.
"What's happening," I softly said to him.
"I'm sorry, I can't tell you quite yet", he guiltily replied.
It wasn't what I was hoping for, but it was better than my last attempt for answers.
He carefully guided me out, and took me to a small room with a table, a couple of chairs, and a camera.
My mother sat on a seat, and the officer directed me to mine, then, he sat on one himself.
The officer who had had ignored me before had walked in. He switched the camera on, and sat down.
I the room, it was me, my mum, the good cop and the bad cop.
Good cop started off, "Before we begin, I'll let you know that this meeting is being recorded for any evidence that can and will be used for future evidence". I nodded my head in approval, even though he wasn't asking for permission, and he nodded back,
"Let's begin," he said.