Silent Pantomime

Chapter 31 | Devil's advocate

Chapter 31🌌:

Being around in the buzz of police cars and the blinding lights almost made me want to laugh. However, I held back hysterics as a paramedic in a white coat came up to me to ask me questions. The majority of me ignored what she was saying, as if I was tripping in the euphoria of the danger, but I still smiled at her to say I was okay. As I was being led out of the core of the chaos, I bit my lip to suppress a nauseating grin. I couldn't help but think that my dad's new daughter was the Devil's spawn, and his old daughter was the Devil's advocate.

For some reason I was clutching onto the paramedic's arm, even though I had no fear of falling. The starlight on my skin heightened its extreme paleness as if I were glowing, and it would tremor slightly without my head giving it permission. As the paramedic and I neared an ambulance, she let me sit on the edge as she stayed standing. I removed my hand from her forearm, where the hues of sirens allowed me to see a bright red hand print in substitute of where mine had just been.

In a moment like this, any sane person would want to run. No where in particular, but they would just want to run away. Delusional would be an understatement, but being hazy and having blood on your hands with no memory but anger, just seemed too much of a hassle for me to run for. Maybe tomorrow. Plus, the running away culture made me want to spill my guts out.

"Miss?" The paramedic suddenly asked quite loudly, as if my thoughts had been interrupting her plea for me to listen to her. Purposely I looked at her as if I were a little lost puppy, which made her face almost immediately soften. "I just asked if you remembered anything? Do you know what happened to you?" She asked quietly, silently hoping I would copycat her to not broadcast the previous events to the nosy policemen trying to listen in. The police in my town weren't as good as Brooklyn Nine-Nine presented them, in my town, all cops were bastards. So gladly I followed suit by just shaking my head as an affirmative no.

"So you don't know why you are all covered in blood? Do you not remember what happened to that dog? Do you remember taking anything strange this morning?" She asked me, trying to sound calm, but her jittery body language saying otherwise.

I laced my eyebrows together in confusion, ignoring her questions, "What dog?"

The paramedic wearily led me back through a group of police officers, as if her confidence was getting pushed further away from her by the second. Luckily I had already seen the dog that she was on about, so I could already prepare my reaction to show her. On the floor in the middle of the pavement where me and Annika had been, laid a dog - or what had used to be a dog anyway. It's once white fur was matted with a red liquid and was mangy from being butchered. It's legs and tail were bent in all different directions, its eyes closed but still not relaxed from obvious tension that had yet to be let out of its soul. I frowned at it.

"It looks like a maniac has been let loose on it."  

A maniac like me.

The paramedic nodded her head as I glared down at the dog in awe. "If you don't mind me asking," I said as I bent down to look at the scarlet carcass, "Why is there such a commotion around here just for a dog?" I weaved my fingers along the dog's fur that felt slightly warm with the pools of oozing red, and added an extra coat of paint to my hands. I had deliberately put too much emphasis on the word dog, because I would have hated it if the dozen police cars and ambulances were here just for some stray mutt.

The paramedic's voice wavered for a moment before she spoke, "I-I'm not sure I understand what you're saying miss?"

I let out a low chuckle that I didn't think my throat had the potential of making. I didn't understand what she was saying. It wasn't as though I had went up to the dog and hugged it to see how big I needed to dig the hole for it, all I asked was why all the fuss over a half wolf.