HIM

chapter 27: more interviews

Jack told me we had to go, he sounded nervous. When he pulled up to the police station, I got nervous. What were we here for? Did they know?
He went with detective Hughes, and I went with Porter.
“Emma, I know this can be difficult; but I need to ask you some more questions. And also get your statement.” I nodded, getting an uneasy feeling, as if I was nervous. “So, I’ll need you to tell me what all happened from the time of the party, till you went to the hospital. Then I’ll need you to write down exactly what you said.” I nodded.

I told her exactly what happened in detail. Then she left to let me write it all down in peace. I had a few mental breakdowns in the process, but I got it done. Then I waited until she came back in. Then she told me I could leave. I quickly got up feeling like I was going to be sick.

Once I was in the car, Jack asked me if I was okay, I told him I was just feeling tired. He started the car then drove back to his place. We went inside and he said I could go to his room while he made us something to eat. I grabbed some paper and a pencil. And wrote something down that had been on my mind for a while.

The rain like tears streaming down, the lightning like flinching away at the terror about to come. The thunder like, yelling, screaming, hitting, throwing, slamming, hitting the wall right next to you, doors being slammed shut. Storms can be interpreted in many different ways.

When Jack came back with two plates of food, I was pulled out of  my thoughts. “Hope you are hungry.” He said with a smile, which I returned. As I folded up the paper and layed it to the side. After we ate, we really didn’t know what to do; We’ve already watched movies, talked, yet something in me longed for him to speak. He took the plates and put them in the sink. When he came back he turned to me. “What were you writing?” He said, trying to make conversation.

I pulled out the piece of paper and let him read it. Once he was done, he handed it back to me. “That’s really good.” I smiled. “Thanks.”
“What did they ask you?” I didn’t know what to really say. “Detective Porter asked me what happened so I told her everything, in detail, then I had to write it all down. You?”
“She just asked me some questions like if I knew anything that could help with the case.” He said, “Your writing skills are getting better” He said referring to the little paragraph I wrote. “Thanks,” I said with a little smile, which he returned.  I let out a little yawn hoping he wouldn’t notice. “You tired?” He said as he checked the time, it was only eight- thirty. I nodded.
“Get some sleep” He said as he turned on the lamp, then turned off the light.
Within only a few minutes I was asleep. Soon to be haunted by memories, and my mind along with imagination take control.