Articles, Guns, and Poisons

#01

Harper...

May 28th, 2022

It's different from what I imagined, and from the scenes, I see on the television. "So, Harper Syd. Can I call you Harper?" He asked and I nodded. "Okay Harper, this is a serious case, and I need your full cooperation on this, do you understand?" He's talking to me as if I'm a child.

"I'm not a child so please get on with whatever interrogation thing you have for me." Yes, I'm annoyed. They've been keeping me inside this box for almost 10 hours even though I'm just a victim in this situation. Ever since I saw that box everything's been changed, almost.

He looked at me then sat down in front of me. "I believe we already met, but in case you forgot, I'm detective Scott Wembly of the NYPD," he put his hands together on the table and looked straight into my eyes. "Tell me everything you know." He whispered as if a devil is prying on the side. Is this how they interrogate?

I shrugged, then counted to five before speaking. If you're asking why I counted, nothing. I just want some dramatic timing. "What do you mean by everything? Because it seems pretty general, now. Like, I can give you everything in my shoe collection, or every list of women Chris Brown wants." I'm not sure if it was right to go with a casual tone while saying that.

"About this woman's death, or maybe just the head." He gave me a police-type-of-smile then continued, "I want to know how you felt during the attack on the party. No interrogation or sort of... I just want to know every single detail on that incident." To me, it's like he's hinting that my emotion affected my mind which made me do the worse thing in the world. But this method's not gonna work on me. I've watched enough movies to avoid this shit.

"What are you doing? I told you I have no idea what happened. I walked to the room with that box waiting on the table." I tilted my head a bit but smirked in satisfaction to avoid his questions. "If there's someone you should ask, it's the security on the building. They let the box go inside my office. And besides, CCTV cameras will clear my alibi so can I go now?" tapping my shoes, playing with the ring on my finger, I try to stay calm and wait for someone to get me out of this box.

Why am I here, anyway? I found the box, but it doesn't mean I did it. They said they're just gonna take statements, but why is there an interrogation? This whole thing makes my heart rip my whole body, the same feeling when I saw that woman's head. I'm scared, but I didn't do anything wrong. I took a deep breath, composed myself, and try to think of the simplest answer I can give so I can get out of here. I need to get out of here.

"Harper, I know how you felt when this woman—"

"I'm gonna save you all that method sir because that won't work with me." I grinned when I cut his sentence. I don't want to hear the same thing over and over again. "But I'm gonna tell you what I know, right from the start." I took a deep breath and closed my eyes to remember the first memory of my stay here. "Well, I came back from the Philippines and I was picked up by my brother and we went to his friend's company the next day for some work stuff."

May 7th, 2022

"I think it deserves an Oscar! The song is good as hell." Charles pointed out how good the song We Don't Talk About Bruno and how upsetting it was for him when Lin Manuel Miranda didn't submit it for the Oscars. And I can't blame him because the song is really good, but the one they submitted, Dos Orugitas, is also good and I like it. Love it!