They Call Me Weird

The White Rose

Chapter 2

The White Rose

I sat in the police station surrounded by grey cinderblock. My forehead was pressed to the cold metal table in front of me. The silence was killing me. All I could hear are the sounds of my screams echoing in my head from earlier. The sound of the door across from me opening made me shoot up.

"Oh, Crimson what have you gotten yourself into this time?" Detective Gibson said as he walked in sitting down on the metal chair across the table from where I am sitting. Another detective I had never seen before came in behind Detective Gibson and took a spot standing in the corner with his arms crossed.

"Well I guess I stumbled onto something," I said with a little laugh. Apparently, my dark humor didn't go well with the detectives because their blank faces didn't change. They both just stared at me intently.

"Sorry, humor is my outlet," I said responding to their stone-like faces.

"Can you tell us what happened?" Detective Unknown asked coming a little closer very sternly.

"There is nothing to tell you that I haven't already said to the 10 beat cops who asked me," I responded back to him.

"Just tell us Crimson again, don't leave anything out." Detective Gibson said while looking back at the new guy like he needs to calm down.

I smiled at him showing that I thought it was funny that he silently got scolded by his boss. I leaned back in the chairs and started talking. I told them about me walking to the woods. How I went to the place I had marked so I can remember what place I like to go to. How I saw birds, now knowing they were buzzards, flying over me. "Look up different birds," I side noted to myself, so this shit doesn't happen again. I continued about how I tripped.

"I then started running back to town until I got here." I ended. "Oh, and then you put me in this room for, what? An hour? Two?" Sorry, now I ended.

"We were getting people out there to rope off the crime scene and start forensics." Detective Gibson said trying to reassure me.

"Ok, then why am I still here? I already gave my statement." I questioned. "Can I go home now?" I said standing up looking towards the door. Mr. Unknown stepped two small steps in my direction, not enough to block my path, but enough to let me know I wasn't welcomed to leave.

"Or might I ask how long you guys are thinking of questioning me? 24 hours? Or are you suspecting me of doing this? In that case, I will have to wait...What?...36 to 96 hours?" I said as I slid back in my seat leaning back. My body language showed I wasn't playing their games.

"Just give it to me straight Detective Gibson, I think we know each other well enough for you to give me that?" I had said reassuring them that I was done being here. And yes, I have spent a couple of days that might have tallied up into weeks here. I was blamed for a lot of little things most of them I didn't do. But hey! Why not accuse the outcast?

"You mean to tell me that you happened to find a body in the woods that only you know about? With your history?" Mr. Unknown responded with a little anger. I was insulted by this and got frustrated fast.

"What history!?! I have never murdered anyone! And they are the fucking woods! They aren't Narnia it isn't like you have to find a secret door to enter them." I said angerly. "Gibson who is this Idiot!?" I said pacing the room like a trapped wild cat.

Detective Gibson looked at Detective Whatever, it's not that I don't know his name anymore I just don't care anymore so he is now Whatever. Gibson looked at him with a face that said, "shut up and let me do the talking." Whatever huffed and went back to the corner.