February 16, 2015 "You can't keep me here without any evidence, and we both know you have none of it. One thing you have to do is let me go." I looked Officer Bullock straight in the face, no hesitation. "Smart girl, you would have made a great lawyer one day. It's a shame you're going to end up in prison. You weren't smart enough to cover your tracks, huh kid?" He looked at me with a smirk. He thinks he won. Of course he thinks he won, he's a cop, this is the best part of his day. Then he continues. "There's always something about you cynical killers; something inexpiable goes through your minds that makes you think you have the right to kill." He sits down on the table, ready to tell me his theory. I sit with my body reclined in the uncomfortable chair that I had been given. "Murderers, such as yourself," That's when I cut him off. "False accusation, I'm no murderer. You only got the cynical part correct. But go ahead, since you know absolutely everything; please, continue." I am probably getting on this guys nerves, but it's just a matter of who loses their cool first. Lucky for him, I have a high tolerance. He speaks again. "As I was saying, killers always start with those who mean the most to them, like parents, siblings or children. No, not with you, no no no. And there's a reason for you being different but I haven't quite gotten there yet. You know, and I know; hell anyone with eyes knows, you killed your best friend." With my hands folded on the table, I leaned forward, "You wanna bet?" I reciprocated his facial expression and stalked away. At least he knows half of it. ----------------------------- Covers: Joelle__nadine