Your Fall

Connection

You stare at the ceiling from the couch as Raven quickly moves across the room to the door.

"Hello Ms. Y/- Oh, sorry who are you?"

"Names Raven."

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Raven, can we come in?"

"May I ask why first?"

"We are here to update Y/n about the ongoing investigation." Raven takes a deep breath and you hear the creak of the door and footsteps move slowly into the room.

Raven bends down to your level, "I will be just in the kitchen finishing up making dinner if you need me, okay?" You don't respond, but after nearly a week of her living here you find that she seems alright with no response.

There's rustling beside you. Someone clears their throat.

"Ms. Y/Ln?" You don't move. You don't make any sign that there is anyone in the room let alone someone talking to you.

"Ms. Y/Ln, we are here today to talk about the case of your parents' accident along with th-" You swing your legs off the couch and sit up shooting daggers at the investigator in front of you. The room swings before you and you lean quickly on the side of the couch until you regain yourself. "Are you okay, Ms. Y/Ln?" You grit your teeth and set your jaw, your blurry vision stares at the man who is sitting on the table in front of you. Though unclear you can see that he has some sort of paper in front of him. The headache begins to throb behind your eyes.

"Ms. Y/Ln, I have noticed you have not been going to classes." Your eyes twitch slightly before focusing a bit more on his leaning form. "You understand that if you do not keep up with the agreement sent to you, then you will be taken out of this home."

"It wasn't an accident."

"What?" His head shakes in front of you. "What wasn't an accident."

"Their deaths." You say softly. "Noone died accidentally."

"That is what we are here to discuss with you." He responds, weariness in his tone.

"Okay." You let out, not taking your gaze off the paper in his hands.

"Okay." He looks down at his paper.

Several moments pass in slow motion, wading through the thick gooey red of the tension in the room. Your headache pounds. Your eyesight blurs once more. He flips through the pages in front of him. Clears his throat. You twitch. His eyes flicker up to you. You rub your temples trying to keep calm in front of the investigator. Your heartbeat rises. Not slowly. It moves in your chest with more power than the engines of the ark.

"One second," you rasp out quickly, shakily standing and moving dizzily to the bathroom. You close the door behind you and sit on the toilet cover, reaching over the counter to grab the bottle of pills. Unscrew the cap. Less than ten white circles left. Need to grab more. Will have to work tonight to grab some. Your fingers move with quick agitation as they push into the bottle and grab three pills. You shove them to the back of your throat and dry swallow. The room around you continues to spin as the headache pounds.

You flush the toilet behind you, replacing the closed bottle of pills on the counter by the sink. Begrudgingly you rise to your feet. You don't look in the mirror. You can't see your brown eyes. You can see them. You run the water. The cold liquid seizes your fingers. You feel them shrink and ache in pain. They rest there.

Your head pounds. You splash some water on your face, relishing in the pain of accidentally breathing in a few frigid droplets. Another splash. You rub your temples once more. Releasing your breath you crack your neck and try your best to stand up straight.

Moving towards the door, you take your shirt in your hand and rapidly dry off your face and hands on it. Opening the door, the investigator with the pad is by the door speaking to Raven. Raven's eyes glance at you from the corner of her eyes while her head nods to whatever the man says to her.

He grunts a goodbye, walking out of the room with Raven closing the door behind them. She releases a breath. You make your way to the pile of clothes in the corner of the room, looking for your sweatshirt.

"Y/n, they'll be back. Not today I think," her voice drifts away before reappearing closer. Your hands push erratically through the pile. "They found a connection." You shake your head pushing her voice away as your headache seems to dull.

"That's what they came to tell you." You feel her hand on your bend back. Your skin twitches uncomfortably under her touch. "The stab wounds on all victims are the same."

You nod your head, knowing you weren't listening. She knows too. Her sigh fills the room. Your hands slip over the familiar fabric of your sweatshirt. Your body finally seems to relax. Every tendon in your fingers loosen as they pull the sweatshirt out of the pile.

"Y/n, there's something else." You nod once more. Your head is still low as you slide your arms into the snug sleeves of the sweatshirt. "There is a possible drug connection." Your eyebrows pinch together as you feel something hard in the pocket. You lick your dry lips.

"Y/n do you hear me?" You move to the door of the alien home you find yourself in but feel a hand on your shoulder turn your body in a quick motion, causing the room to revolve, before you can leave the room.

"Where are you going?" Her tone is sharp.

"Work." You say simply, trying to turn around once more. She shakes her head.

"We need to see Arly first." Your eyes pinch. Another tug but she doesn't move. Your attempts barely move her.

"Fine," you sigh.