"I'm going to ask this one more time. One more time, got it?" The interrogator asked, not wanting a reply. Fortunately, the scared Ayesha got that part and didn't say anything.
"Who killed Jayden Santos?" The words slipped out in mere seconds, but it took Aisha Khan a whole 10 seconds to understand the question.
Who killed Jayden Santos?
Was it one of the other four?
Was it a teacher? Perhaps a janitor?
Was it me?
She gripped the cold metal table as she tried to form a response, trying to find something to latch on when she felt like her mind was falling apart. It was ironic; she was thankful for the iciness of the table that helped her body cool down as it was practically heating up, but she'd honestly be anywhere but there.
Throughout the whole interrogation, Aisha only nodded or shook her head. This time, she shrugged. That was a new one. One point for her.
The interrogator squinted their eyes, trying to look deep into Aisha's soul. Aisha only laughed on the inside. She has tried countless of times, and each time came unsuccessful.
Aisha didn't have a soul. Certainly not after what happened. And what happened after that. None of them did.
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Mystery / ThrillerOne detention period. Four students. One murder. One crime scene Four suspects One murderer. *** Don't confuse this for The Breakfast Club. In fact, this might just make you throw up your breakfast. Because these kids don't just come togethe...
