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Life is a puzzle.
It had pieces: hundreds of them.
It's complicated.
It takes many tries,
and many more tries,
and you get tired.
And,
most importantly,
the pieces NEVER fit together.
Now,
There I was,
sitting there,
in an interrogation room so small I could hardly breathe.
Hot tears slid down my cheeks.
I took my glasses off and wiped my tears away.
Then I continued to cry.
"Bronwyn, I understand you're upset, but you need to tell us what we need to know."
The police officer said.
I sniffed and looked back up.
I was getting so fed up with this.
The anger boiled in my veins.
"What the hell do you want from me? I was unconscious when all this happened. I got shot, remember?" I ask.
"Of course, but you must know something. You were there during the time frame of the arson, which makes you a suspect."
"What do you think I did? Ran to the bathroom, sprayed gasoline everywhere, then lit a match, then shot myself to cover it up?"
The police officers towards each other awkwardly.
"Oh my god." I say, getting up.
I ran out of the interrogation room.
I heard them following me.
"Ms. Rojas! Ms. Rojas!"
I turned back around in frustration.
"What?!"
They all looked at each other again.
Then one of them got a message through their walkie talkie.
"Guys, we need to go." Officer 2 says.
"why?" Officer 3 asks.
"Cooper Clay was arrested for murder." Officer 2 answers.
"We will continue this interrogation later, Ms. Rojas!" Officer 1 yells back to me as they run out.
I turn back around.
Cooper.
Was.
Arrested?!
Who did he kill?
Did he even kill this person.
I took my phone out.
My wet tears were dripping on it.
I picked up the phone as I sobbed.
"Ad-ad-addy?" I ask.
YOU ARE READING
ONE OF US IS BURNING (ONE OF US IS LYING FANFIC)
Mystery / ThrillerOne club.One arsonist. The Athlete. The Brain. The Beauty. The Criminal. But now, The Owner. Four has become Five. THERE IS A Q+A STORY IF YOU HAVE QUESTIONS OR SUGGESTIONS!