It was hard not to cry at this point. Memories were flooding in all at the same time, which made it hard to think of what to say next. I didn't know what to say anymore. I was tired and I could smell my own body odor in which did not smell delightful. I just wanted to go home, and I've been saying that for the past hour or so. "I'm tired, I want to go home." "You can't go home, don't you understand. You're a murder suspect and we can't let you out of our sight. So we've arranged for you to stay with detective Nancy for a while. And don't think of trying anything because she's highly equipped." So I stood up and was guided out the door by a soft hand. In the car I stayed quiet the entire ride. I didn't want to talk anymore for a long time. I was over my talking limit. I just wanted to... sleep. And.... Not.... Anymore. I was out like a light; fast moving lights dancing across my eyelids as the world slipped into something of the past.
