MORGAN'S MISSING

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December 10th, 2017
California, Los Angeles

Officer Daniel Ramirez:

    "Hey Daniel, I'm here to ask you some questions about the incident.." I can see the officer in front of me talking. Though I cannot hear his words. My mind was hazy and my eyes kept focusing and unfocusing. I sat in an uncomfortable blue hard plastic chair. Next to me was a desk covered in paperwork and such. I just sat there. 'What happened?' I asked myself, trying to get my clouded mind straight.

    "Daniel?" I look around as I hear my name being called. 'Who was I supposed to be looking at?'. I look around the room, seeing the majority of the officers giving me confused looks. I blinked, once, twice. Then I just shut my eyes. I had a raging headache, and my thigh was throbbing with pain. Opening my eyes I look down. I'm no longer in my black jeans. Instead I'm in gym shorts which are a size too large for me. I blink, staring at my thigh. There was a fresh bandage on it that I didn't remember putting on.

     "Daniel!" I can clearly make out Landans loud voice. I slowly look up, staring at him with furrowed eyebrows. 'What was he doing here?' I tilt my head at the question. He rushed towards me, placing a hand on my cheek as he knees in front of me.

     "Daniel?! What happened?!" He shouted, giving me a stern look. 'What did happen?'. Turning away from him I spot the backpack Amy had brought to carry her items. 'Where's Amy?'.

     "Oh god kid, you really got yourself into trouble" I hear Landan laugh sadly, patting my cheek slightly. He turns my head back towards him. Though my eyes still scan the room.

     "Where's Amy?" I croak, my voice feeling like it hasn't been used in ages. I look back at Landan, noticing him freeze. 'What happened?'.

    "Not now, Daniel you need to tell us what happened" He clears his throat, resting his hand in my thigh. A sudden jolt of pain causing me to remember.

    "Sit the fuck back down" The man spits. He carefully moves his white blazer aside. There on his hip, tucked under his belt was a small silver pistol. I hesitated before complying and sitting down. Shooting Amy a fleeting glance.

     "Can I help you?" I ask the man, trying to keep my cool.

    "What do you know about Morgan Brookes" The man asks, his tone hostile. My eyebrows instantly furrowed. 'What does he want with Morgan?'.

     "Morgan Brookes? I'm not sure I know who that is..." I trailed off, lying straight through my teeth. The man snarls, smacking me across my face. I go to stand up, only to be forcefully pushed down.

     "Who the fuck are you" I spit, glaring at the man.

     "I'm the only one asking questions. Now, what do you know about Morgan!" He growls, his brown eyes narrowing in on my face.

     "I don't kn-" I'm interrupted as he pulls out his pistol, wiping me across my face with it. My head snaps to the side as my jaw burns with pain. I huff, spitting out blood on the man's shoes.

     "Don't you fucking lie to me!" He shouts, making Amy scream.

     "If you won't answer, maybe she will" His laugh was sinister. He quickly grabs Amy out of the booth. Placing his pistol up against her head.

     "Okay miss, you have ten seconds to tell me what you know about Morgan" He growls, waiting.

     "One" Amy looks at me desperately.