Trapped

Prolouge

I sat in the downtown sheriffs office trying to collect what has happened in the past twelve hours. I sat staring at the floor blankly as the clock on the white cement walls ticked away. I was handcuffed along with a blonde who sat next to me. Nothing was making sense anymore. I was slowly loosing my mind, sweat dripping from my face as I continued having my own staring contest with the floor.

The blonde looked with a scowl on her face. "This is all your fault." She growled at me.

I jumped a little, but I won't look at her for I was scared. This couldn't be happening, this is all a lie. However against my luck, it wasn't. The blonde continued to murmur how everything was my fault. I had tears as I wanted her to go away, but she won't.

I started scratching the skin away from my wrist acting as if it was the memories of horror and denial. I scratched harder and harder as the clock ticked away. It seemed as if it was going faster than I could scratch my wrist. Keeping up with the clock I broke the skin and blood slowly seeped from the cut. I started crying at the site, I couldn't take much more. Why am I here? I'm innocent! I swear!

Yelling in my head only made the headache of stress pound like a drum. I stopped scratching my wrist and grabbed my head, the blood trickling down my arms and face. The cuffs chain pressed into my face. Tears poured as I started sobbing. The blonde was laughing at me.

"You deserve this !" she yelled. "it's all your fault! if you would listen to me! we wouldn't be here!"

I suddenly snapped. My head whipped up and turned sharply towards the blondes sharp boxed face. "IF I LISTENED TO YOU, CHRISTI WOULD BE DEAD LIKE THE OTHERS YOU STUPID BITCH!"

I covered my mouth for I never cussed. I'm not religious, just nice. But poor christi... so young, too young. The blonde looked at me. The women couldn't have been more older than 30. Her eyes turned dark and she barked."Shut your mouth! All you had to do was listen."

I turned quickly, hoping it would all end. Finally, the light opened up. A women in a dark suit walked up to me and held out her hand.

"I'm Luann, I will be taking you back for questioning," I held my hand out as best as I could with handcuffs and she firmly shook it."please come."

I got out of my seat and walked with her. She led me down a tan hallway with many doors. I tensed and started tempering with my hand cuffs. Luann looked back and laughed.

"Don't worry sweetie, the hand cuffs are for your own protection, although you may need a gauze or two for your wrist." She said stopping and examining my wrist.

We took a left and then bam, we ended up next to a medal door. She opened and led me through, motioning me towards a chair.

"Jerry, please dress her wounds." Luann asked.

Sitting down and put my hands on the table, the man dressed my wrist. He wore a black T-shirt with jeans, he stood in the corner glaring at me, I gulped as he crosses his arms.

"So tell me, erm, Ann is it?" She said stacking papers and then putting on her chic glasses.

"Yes." I said quietly.

"Ann, Im going to need, you to tell me what you know, and everything you saw." She slid a tape recorder across the table. "You are valuable evidence."

I looked at her, the level of sympathy in her eyes was zero. I hesitated and tempered with my cuffs more.

"Jerry, get the cuffs off of her." Luann demanded.

He raised an eyebrow "are you sure?"

She smiled at me, giving me some what of comfort. "Positive."

After he removed the cuffs I sat my hands in my lap. Feeling the gauze, pain trickled down the cuts and my long fingers whisked across the pads.

"Now, tell me from the begging, from where it all began." Luann said giving me a glass of water. "Every little detail, I have time."

I glanced down at my lap. Choking as I went to talk. "It started yesterday morning... When I went to go on morning run."