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Chapter 1

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L a l i s a

I sat at the midst of the dark diminutive room, below a cranking ceiling fan, and in front of the cold metal table. Glass panes at one side, while the other three walls painted grey, not ever properly furnished, and with low ventilation, enough to suffocate people to death. So that's how people felt when they committed some crime. But in my case, I knew I was innocent. I could never kill Jimin, let alone him, I couldn't kill any human, even if that human was my enemy, and after all Jimin was my friend. There was no chance I did it.

They were after the wrong suspect. The investigation was heading towards the wrong direction, I knew but I couldn't convince them. No matter how much I tried to explain them, they never believed my words. It was my nth time in this room, and weeks passed by already, and Mr Kim Namjoon was determined to hang me to death. His eyes speak it.

The cold metal chair spank against my clothed skin and created shivers down my spine. " so Ms Manoban, let's start with today's interrogation " Namjoon's deep voice echoed in the room, and he sat over the table, palming his hands on the flat surface, and eyeing towards me. His eyes, as always, looked at me with suspicion, the look alone made me feel uncomfortable. His lower lip rolled against the upper, and words were made out, " start over again, adding all the memories that came back"

I was fed up of repeating the same. It was getting on my nerves, nonetheless, I continued. " Like I told you before Mr Namjoon, I don't remember. I just remember waking up besides..." I paused, feeling extremely disgusted at the reminiscent of the little memory I had. " it was morning already " I managed to speak further with reluctance evident over my face. He chuckled lightly, as if I was making some kind of joke there to entertain him.

" how consistent you are Ms Manoban with your statements, and that makes me doubt you more " he mouthed before taking out a packet of cigarette from his Denim's pocket. And before I knew, with the tsk sound of the lighter, he was already lipping a cigarette and soon started emanating smoke, desecrating the air.

" Sir, just stop this torment, please. I told you before also, I'm telling you again. Please stop this. My head hurts." I stated, half annoyed and half desperate. He sensed it, the desperation, more specifically.

"Alright, I'll ask you the questions, this time. And let's see how much you can stick to your earlier words " He muttered through the smoke coming out of his mouth and nostrils, his tone, with pure smug. Surely, the first person who wanted to fabricate me into this murder was him. And I'd no idea why he hated me so much.

He took out the tape recorder, and was about to click start it when suddenly, Mr Jung Hoseok barged into the room from outside, with a tensed expression showcasing over his generally shining face. He was the only officer who was low-key believing my statements. Just him. All others looked at me as if I was being convicted of murder already.

" the DNA reports are out " Hoseok said, his face showing clear disappointment in the reports. I'd no idea which DNA reports he just mumbled about, but before I could even ask him, he rushed out of the room, followed by Namjoon.

The room was now filled with emptiness, and my anxiety was turning over me yet again. I was nervous, and for a split second I doubted myself, what if it was me? And the way Hoseok avoided my eyes this time. I was scared of myself. I pressed my temples when a I felt a wave of pain run through my brain. My head hurt.

Even before I could think over the matter, Namjoon trod in the room again with a file gripped under his hand and with the sign of victory written over his face, and a smirk that only I could see behind his serious face. And that moment, I had seen what was coming.

I just waited for him to declare it. " you're caught, Ms Manoban "

His words shrilled against my ears, making my believe over myself bleed. " it ain't me, you have no evidence " I involuntarily retorted in my defense but soon regretted seeing the nefarious smirk over his face. " right, but no Ms Lalisa, we have proof " with that he threw the file over the metal table. I stared the file blankly.

" there's the report of the blood we found on Mr Park's nails. And it's yours "

It can't be me..it's wrong.

" so Manoban, do you have anything to say "

The words were enough to shut my mouth, I wasn't able to decide what to believe. The reports or myself?

I clenched my heart, and folded my fingers. Tears made it's way on my cheeks. " i-it can't be me "

And if it was me. I was ready to face the consequences.

" I-I don't remember, I'm sure it's not me-e" I told with teary eyes, looking down over my feet. He grew quite observing me. And I hated being under observation, it felt like I was the murderer. Only my sobs were all I could hear at that moment, and the occasional cranky sound of the ceiling fan.

But then, I heard the sound of door opening with a loud slam against the wall, like almost breaking the door from it's frame. Who is it? And why the heck is he so arrogant?-i thought but didn't divert my gaze away from the floor.

" you're not allowed inside " I heard Hoseok's voice from afar. And although my head was still hung down, sinking low, I could feel the fact that Namjoon turned his gaze towards the door. " welcome Mr Jeon " Namjoon mumbled lowly perhaps with a concealed grin, and immediately I cocked my head towards the said direction with the mention of his name.

Jungkook was standing there. Jeon Jungkook. His intimidating gaze was on me, and his brows neatly knitted. He was mad over something. Perhaps me? Perhaps he was also informed of the reports and was here to smash some cruel words on me. I nervously bit my lips, and shrunk my shoulders lower than ever.

" Jungkook, you ain't allowed inside " Hoseok gritted his teeth and was trying to pull him out of the door, but that man wasn't ready to move an inch. His eyes were still on me, making me gulp my accommodated lump down my throat.

I was scared, I was scared that he might believed those reports, but more of hurt. I'd no idea why my heart was burning like fire, why the heck his thoughts mattered to me? I mean, I was already evicted out of all relations I had. Hardly anyone trusted me, so what now if he hated me too?

What now if he believed what everyone believed? But really, I was afraid and wanted him to trust me even though I couldn't trust myself anymore.

" leave him alone Hoseok-ah" Mr Kim gestured, his expression amused. Mr Jung let him go with a frown in his face.

" what brings you here, Mr Jeon? " Namjoon asked, with a half smile over his lips. What was so amusing to him?

" I need to talk to Lisa, it's urgent " he muttered, I saw his jaw was clenched and I feared he might hurt me with the amount of rage that was purely visible in his round big eyes. I nervously watched him. He moved his tongue against his cheek under his mouth. Frustration, quite visible.

" and what if you hurt our suspect? "

" I won't, I can never hurt her " his words seemed sincere and it brought a slight relief in me. But I was still afraid to face him. What if it was really me?

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A/N
DOP : 9th May 2019

How's the first chap? Excited for next?

Next chapter will be the 'forgotten night' I suppose.

Very Slow Updates.

Sorry but my exams ain't over yet and frankly speaking I've not written anything in my drafts.