My hands were soaked in blood. The police lights hurt my eyes. She had only been 25. She was so young and now she was dead. I could have saved her. I could have helped her, but I just watched her die. I watched it in horror.
The police officers grabbed my arms and threw me into the police car. The blood on my hands had dried up by now. A police officer got in the car on the passenger side and told me, "We are going to take you downtown to the police station to ask you a few questions. You are the only witness we have." I nodded my head. Another police officer got in the car on the driver side and turned the keys of the car. We drove for about ten minutes. It felt like a lifetime to me. By now that girl's body is probably in a bag. Going to the church where they will pray for her tomorrow.
The police officer on the right was a tall skinny black man. The one in the driver seat looked like a kid. He had a ponytail and cheap earrings. We pulled up to the police station and they dragged me out of the car. They put me in a room with a table and some chairs. I could tell that they had a one way mirror somewhere. The things that are a mirror on one side and the other side you can look through the mirror. There was also a lamp that swung back and forth, back and forth. It was very annoying.
A man walked in. He was short, bald, and wore a white shirt with a purple tie. "Sit down," he said. He had a surprisingly loud voice for such a small person. I sat down like he had directed me to. He sat down afterwards. "Now I want you to tell me the whole story, from beginning to end."
"If I must tell the whole story, it may take a while."
"That's okay. I have all day."
"Just one thing before we start."
"Yes…"
"Could you put a hat on? The light from the lamp is being reflected off your shiny head. It hurts my eyes." He left for a few seconds and came back with a police cap on.