Breaking Emily

Measure 22

~ Measure 22 ~

   I sat in the interrogation room with my face in my hands.  I could see my reflection in the mirror knowing that they were watching me through the other side.

   I was nervously shaking, wondering how I ever got into a mess like that. 

   Finally the door opened to reveal a man, one of the special agents.

   “Emily Faith Ashton?” he asked.

   I nodded. 

   “Say’s here you’re only sixteen.  Do you know how back you screwed up by murdering this man?” he said.

   “I didn’t kill him!” I cried.

   The agent was silent as he paced the room.  He placed a few pictures out in front of me.  They were of Cameron’s clothes where they collected the DNA.  They never found the body.

   “That was sure a devious plot that you had.” he said, “But it’s come to an end.  Now tell me where the body is hidden.”

   I shook my head.

   “No,” I demanded, “My ex killed him.  His name is Sean Walter.  He’s one of your suspects.  He killed him and stole his identity.  That’s why you couldn’t find the killer!  He’s been posing as the dead guy!”

   I didn’t sound too professional at that moment but I didn’t care.  I just wanted out of this mess.

   “Do you have proof?” the agent asked.

   “Yes, on the dog tag.” I said.

   “Miss, all we found was your DNA.  What do you have to say for yourself?”

   “I didn’t kill Cameron Walter.”

   The agent came to the other side of the table and stood me up, leading me out the door.  He took me to a cell at the end of a long hallway and threw me in. 

   “When you decide to confess, we’ll begin your trial and decide your sentence.” he said.

   I clung to the bars.  “No!” I screamed, “You’ve got to let me out!  I didn’t do it!  Please!”

   He didn’t turn around and I was left alone in the cell with the darkness of the night looming outside of my window. 

   I laid down on the floor and closed my eyes.

   Think of something Emily… Just think…