Innocent

chapter 3

I have being sitting in this stupid room for what seems like forever. Maybe they forgot about me, or maybe they were thinking about what to do with me. My arms and stomach ache, my hands are itchy, my wrists are killing me and these stupid handcuffs are way too tight!

I closed my eyes and waited for what seemed like a million more minutes. If only I pushed Jesse out of the way or jumped in fount of him, none of this would be happening. Why did this happen? What did I do wrong? I didn't do anything bad; I was always a good sister to him. He protected me. Now who was going to? My mother was gone and even if she was here, she would make it seem like I killed my brother and she was innocent. I knew she would do that. Jesse's smile flashed though my mind; tears fell down my cheeks and hit the table.

There was a puddle in front of me from all my tears. I glanced up just as the door opened. Two cops and the woman who had talked to me earlier walked in. She stood beside the door fame and the cops walked behind me and unlocked the handcuffs. I was relieved.

One of the cops' each grabbed me by my arms and walked me out of the room.

I looked behind me and the woman followed us down the hallway, she smiled at me. I narrowed my eyebrows at her. We stopped at a brown door, once of the cop's opened it and we walked in. There was a white screen and a camera sitting in front of it and I knew I was about to get my picture taken. So, for sure I was a suspect for killing Jesse. Couldn't they see I was in tears; doesn't that mean anything to them? Prove anything at all.

I thought about Jesse, up in heaven, watching down on me. He was probably dying a second time, because he couldn't be here to protect me.

I knew deep down, where ever Jesse was he would find someway to protect me.

"Stand in fount of the white screen, Miss Thompson" the cop ordered me. I obeyed, though I didn't want to. I had the urge to scream at him, but I forced it back. The camera snapped; photos were taken. I looked horrible. My face was wet with tears, my long blonde, silky hair was wet and a mess, with died blood sticking to it. My cheeks probably had blood on them too. I knew for sure that I wasn't planning on looking into any mirrors anytime soon.

My hands and clothes were also stained with Jesse's blood.

"Thank you Miss Thompson. Mrs. Foster will take you now." I glanced over at the woman who had talked to me earlier. I didn't smile. I hated everyone here. She waved her hand her telling me to come forward, with her. I dropped my head and walked with her. She lead me into another room, this one was bigger but the same. It had a small table with chairs around it; it was a lot brighter too. Mrs. Foster sat me down and stood by the door and her eyes didn't move from my face. The door opened and another woman walked in, with a plastic bag in her hand. She nodded and Mrs. Foster walked back out of the room and closed the door behind her. The other woman walked over to the table where I sat. I didn't take my eyes off her.

"Jaydee, I am Liz Smith, I am here to help you in way I can. If you need to talk I'll be here, for you. You don't need to be scared or anything" She pushed the plastic bag towards me.

"Her are some clothes for you" she said with a smile.

A cop walked in to the room, looking a little to proud to be in his police outfit.

I pushed the girl's bathroom door open and left the cop standing outside. The bathroom was small and the walls were full of dirt you could barely see the pink tile underneath it. There no windows, and the light was flickering.

I pulled the clothes out of the bag and put them in the sink.

I took a long stare at the reflection in the mirror; I didn't like how I looked.

I pulled on a pair of cheap blue sweatpants and an over sized blue tee-shirt, and a pair of white sneakers.

I walked out of the bathroom wishing I could go back in time. I splashed water on my face and hands, I watched the sink drain the red color water. I wanted to hit something, I felt angry and upset. I had never felt this way, I didn't know how to cope.

The woman was still sitting at the table when I entered the room. She smiled and I didn't dare to smile back.

The cop closed the door and left us alone again.

"You can tell me anything you know" she told me leaning forward.

I nodded.

"By the way you can call me Liz"

I nodded again.

"Do you have anything to say?"

"No!" I screamed at her.

She wasn't taken back from it at all.

"When you're ready I'm here"

I stared at her for a long time, without saying another word. I didn't know what to say to her. What did she want me to tell her. I did not know her. She did not know me. The only person I had ever trusted was Jesse. The woman sat silently watching me, it made me feel uncomfortable.
"Are you just going to sit there?" I asked her
"Did you want me to leave? I am here to help you Jaydee"
I sighed loudly putting my face in my hands.
"You can't help me. No one can. So you should just leave"
She sighed for a long time. But I did not hear her chair move; Meaning she was not going to just leave me. Although I wish she would.
I thought about my brother, he had always been a good brother to me. He taught me how to do everything, from be able to ride a bike to how do math, which was my worst subject. I hated math with a passion, but Jesse he wouldn't let me give up on it. I ended up passing the course with a C. Jesse was so proud of me. I wish that I had more time with him, that his life had not ended before my eyes. What would I do now? I just wanted to die!