Mute Clown

9

I'm placed in a small room with a glass window and a door on the walls. I sit at a white desk with my left handcuffed to the chair. I look at the door as a police officer walks in with a notebook and pen. She sits down in the vacant chair on the other side of the table. She then lays the notebook and pen in front of me.

"Miss Chloe, I understand that you're mute. But please write down everything that happened and we'll see if we can believe you or not," And with that, I open the book to the first page and pick up the pen. I begin to write about everything. The abuse, the torture, Jack, and every single detail of everyone's death as I watch the life in them leave. However, I don't mention what injuries I got so this makes this less believable.

Once done, I hand her the book with several pages full of words that are simple for a five-year-old to read without throwing up their breakfast. The officer looks at me with a shaky smile. "Do you know where Jack is?" I point behind her. He is standing behind her with a look of shock for he was also reading what I wrote. The officer just freezes. She slowly looks behind her and looks mad. "Chloe now is not the time to play games. I want the truth, and now!" She looks back at me with rage.

I just look at Jack as he walks over to me. "Is what you wrote true kiddo?" I nod and the officer gets more angered.

"This girl is fucking crazy. Just staring at the wall and nodding at it. Even claims to see a monochrome clown with rainbow candies. Hah! What a joke," And with that, she gets up and leaves with the notebook. Jack also leaves but soon comes back in as a doctor and two cops walk in.

"Hello kid, my name is Dr. Jones. I'll be taking you to a hospital for the mentally ill. I hope that is ok," The doctor is trying to sound nice but I know that he just wants to get this over with. So I nod and raise my left hand so I can be taken away. The two officers remove the one cuff and drag me to a truck with a padded cell. I just climb in and sit down as they grow confused.

I was then driven to the said hospital and was dragged to a cell after being changed into a shirt and pants. They then left after giving me some medicine and a notebook with a pen. Despite all of this, I'm just glad that they didn't take my mask or my blindfold.