Moonlight merges with the small rustic bars at the top of the detention cell, trying so hard to make their way to the medium's skin. She watches the dust particles dance in arbitrary movements to help her escape isolation but they neither fully distract her nor lift her mood. All she wants to do – and can do – is sit in the chair waiting for her friend to be finish being questioned. Too long has she been stuck in the room with the unresponsive guard.
Maya glances at the uncreased guard. He makes no eye contact and unlike the other, more goofy, guards this one stood rigid staring coldly at the grey wall. Almost as if his stare creates an icy temperature contrasting to the Summer night outside.
Maya hides her face in arms that she places on the unclean desk in front. It was not like she had not been on this side of the glass before. Back then, it was from similar circumstances. Murder.
Mia? It wasn't me was it? I– I... It has to be me; I was the only one who could...
Maya's possessive thoughts roam her mind unable to connect to the one she needed most. Since her death, Maya's only connection to her sister were the times she fell into an emotionless, colourless place when channelling her spirit: the place where she momentarily forgot she existed.
Mia, what will happen? I can't ask Nick to defend me since it was me... It was...
"She's in here, Mr Wright." Maya lifts her head after hearing the muffled voice of the guard in the opposite room. She watches the door to reveal the spikey haired man. Maya swallows, pushing down the amphibians that reside in her throat.
"Maya?"
She bursts into tears allowing herself to be vulnerable in the proximity of her friend. What she really needs is someone to comfort her physically...