Visions and Daydreams

Police Station

"Mr. Nakamura, " the officer's voice was much more stern, more irritated, this time. His night was already stressful enough without this new suspect not bothering to corroborate, "Just answer these questions and we can leave."

Nakamura kept his head hanging down to his lap. His jet black hair was low enough to block his gray eyes. He nodded his head slightly.

The officer sighed as he rubbed his brown eyes and shuffled his papers, "Alright. Tell me, what happened earlier tonight?"

Nakamura scratched at his jeans as his lip quivered, "I... I had to work the night shift so I came home at around nine forty-five, ten o'clock. Once I got home, my wife started yelling at me-"

"Why was your wife yelling, Mr. Nakamura?" The officer questioned as he clicked his pen, scribbling down notes.

"She thought I was cheating. She always did... I never was. We ended up fighting which wasn't unnatural. We had been fighting a lot lately, so I never suspected anything was wrong...."

"What else?"

"She eventually got tired and went to bed, angry of course. I went to check on my son. He looked fine... he was just lying in his crib, snuggling his stuffed elephant... he looked so peaceful... so innocent...." Mr. Nakamura's voice cracked.

"Sir...?" The officer's voice showed concern, "Do you need a break?"

Nakamura looked up at the officer, "May I just have a water?"

"Of course." The officer stood from his seat and headed towards the door, "I'll be right back. Sit tight." With that, the officer left. His belly was big and round with his uniform threatening to tear at any moment.

Nakamura hung his head down once again. His jeans were faded, funny how he noticed that now.

Mr. Nakamura, or Shuji Nakamura, is only twenty-one. He had gotten married to his high school sweetheart, Yuki. Yuki was a young, lively woman with a bright smile and chocolate hair that Shuji loved to caress. Her bright green eyes always made his heart flutter and his words jumbled. He loved that woman so much. After they graduated high school, they had a son - Takashi. Takashi was a handsome baby boy who resembled Shuji in more ways than one; all the way to his gray eyes down to his contagious giggles and snorts. He was only three years old.... How could this have happened to him? He was so young....

The police officer had come back with a foam cup filled with water. He placed it in front of Shuji and sat back down in his seat.

"Are you ready to continue, Mr. Nakamura?" The officer asked kindly.

Shujii nodded his head slightly as he took a sip of water, "I went straight to bed after I checked on my son. My wife was already asleep so I didn't have to deal with her bickering. I had changed into my night clothes, brushed my teeth, and went straight to sleep; I was so tired from work. Later in the night, I woke up and noticed that my wife wasn't in bed. I checked my son's room to see if she was there, but she wasn't. Neither was he.... I panicked and searched the whole house. That's when I saw them... in the living room. They... they were torn to shreds... there was so much blood...." Tears streamed from Shuji's eyes, "Why did this happen? Why didn't I hear anything?"

A small lump formed in the officer's throat; he tried to swallow it down before speaking, "I'm not sure, Sir... but, we'll do all we can to figure it out."

Shuji wiped his tears with his sweater sleeve - a slight sniffle following.

"May I ask one more question, Mr. Nakamura?"

Shuji nodded his head slowly.

"Did you notice anything strange when you found the bod-..." The officer caught himself. To Mr. Nakamura, those bodies where his family. The officer cleared his throat before continuing, "When you found your family, was there anything out of the ordinary?"

"N-no... I... I just saw them and felt my body just... Shut down...."

"Alright. Do you have any family - friends - who you can stay with?"

"Yeah.... A friend."

"Do you need to contact them, Mr. Nakamura?"

Shuji nodded.

"Okay. Follow me." The officer said in a calm voice, "I'll take you to the phone."

Shuji did what he was told and followed the officer out of the interrogation room and around the corner. There, the phone hung on a stone wall by itself.

It looks... lonely, Shuji thought.

Shuji cautiously grabbed the phone and lightly tapped the numbers that belonged to his friend, Kei. The call rang several times before a man in a groggy voice answered.

"Hello?" Kei answered. Shuji could tell he'd just woken up.

"Hey... It's me...." Shuji's voice was quiet; frail even.

"Shuji? What...? It's eleven at night! I have work in the morning! What's wrong with you?"

"I-I'm sorry.... I need you... I need you to come pick me up... from the police station. Please, come get me...."

"S-Shuji? Why... why are you there...?"

"Just come get me!" Shuji didn't mean to, but he'd risen his voice.

"Okay... okay. I'll be there in about fifteen - twenty minutes."

"Th-thank you..."

The call ended and Shuji waited for Kei outside the station. It was raining, but only slight drizzles. Shuji held his shaking body. Not because he was cold, though, but because he didn't want anybody to see him crying.