Psychological Vibes

Hoplophobia

They brought me here without saying why. They took me out of my house without saying a word, and dragged me into this room. I didn't even try to open my mouth, but he forced me to do it. 

I looked at him confused, trying to know what he wanted to tell me with his eyes. Not a single word emerged from his mouth. 

"What am I doing here?" I asked, solid as rock, without a single molecule being able to move me. The detective leaned over his chair and looked me straight in the eye. 

"Why?" He asked me coldly, as if he was some sort of living dead. I looked at the corner of the wall to his left, waiting for a security camera, but there was nothing; only the moss that seized the concrete little by little. It was just him and me, in a totally closed room. I swallowed and started talking. 

"I don't know what you're talking about..." they just picked me up at my house and brought me here," I said in a powerful voice. He looked at me seriously, holding on tight to the table. I assumed he wanted me to tell him more. 

"Last night I passed near a monument. Is that what you want to know? "I asked, even more nervous than I already was. He still didn't produce a word. 

"I saw a tablet on the floor... what else do you want me to say? What I bought? What did I do?" I said with more fear. He began to take a SIG Sauer P250 weapon out of his pocket, and put it on the table.

"Why?" He told me to ask. I looked terrified at the gun and then looked at him. He was not playing, but neither I was. 

"I don't know what's going on! How do you want me to tell you why?" I said while he grabbed the P250. 

"And the tablet?" He asked me, pointing to a hole in the table. I started shaking, trying to remember what I saw. 

"I only remember one tablet! I didn't pay attention to the monument! - I screamed arrogantly. He gave a slight laugh and bend down from his chair.

"Don't you mind if we take a look at what you had in your suitcase?" He said warmly, as he pulled out a backpack under the table. He opened it and took out a broken tablet, with a crack that crossed the entire screen. It was dark grayish, probably because of the soot that was covered by the entire device. He turned on the tablet and opened Photos, opening a photo of the monument. He gave a laugh that rumbled my ears and pointed at me with the gun. 

"Please! I did nothing!" I said alarmed, while controlling the pressure in my head. I began to hear a high hiss, which burned my ears slowly. I couldn't calm my sanity, and my view started fading.

I closed my eyes and didn't want to see anything. Suddenly, I heard the loud sound of the gunshot, but I felt nothing. I opened my eyes fearfully and looked at the detective, with a hole in his chest and lying on the table. I saw the tablet sideways, which was more broken than ever. I opened the Photos app and looked at the photo of the monument. I managed to see a figure in the distance.

A policeman pointed at the camera, while the monument shone with the lanterns beside him.