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November Rain
Chapter Two:
The room seemed dim and musty. Cold and foreign. Unwelcoming. My eyes were swollen, almost impossible to open at this point. I knew they were bright red, along with my nose and cheeks, and I couldn't care less. I sat in the chair hugging my knees to my chest. It was a terrible habit of mine: curling up into a ball, like it would protect me from anything and everybody. And, right now, I needed to not be so vulnerable to life and the truth behind what was happening. My voice was a hoarse, cracking sound. "I told you everything I know. How many times do I have to repeat myself?"
I was beginning to get angry. I knew he was only trying to help me but it was no use. I told him everything I remember. Well, almost everything.
Every room was spotless, except two: my parent's room and my room. There's had broken glass everywhere. Puddles of blood seeping dark circles on the wooden floor and spilling under the bed. Their bodies were dismembered and deformed. I had hit my knees and continuously threw up all over the place. Tears were instant. The rain grew louder - pounding harder. It was like it was trying to collapse the roof down on me... drown me away. I called out to them, again and again, with no answer. I knew they would never answer. Not again...
I had to get away from the scene. I ran into my bedroom and dropped onto my bed. My hand shot out to my nightstand to grab my cell phone and stopped. I froze. There was a binder beside my phone. Should I grab it? Was this a game? Were they watching me? I ignored the binder for now and called the police.
"Why did you tell your sister to go to her friend's house?" The man interrogated me. He was spinning it all back on me. I narrowed my already swollen eyes at him. I couldn't believe he was trying to pin me as the killer.
"Something didn't feel right. I can't explain it. I've never felt that way before. It was like my stomach just dropped. There were tire marks and nobody ever visits. Our maid only comes one time a week, on Tuesdays. All she does is clean whatever Mina and I don't. Our parents have no friends and nobody ever comes over to our house. It's too... empty. Unlived in. We always go to our friends' houses. They're cozier and actually inhabited." My words spilled out. "I was with my sister all day. We weren't even sure if our parents would show up. They claimed they'd be back by my seventeenth birthday. I'm almost nineteen. It's been almost two damn years since I've seen them last. What reason would I have to hurt them?"
"Parental complications cause a lot of problems. Children often become emotional and misguided. We're not saying you're a bad person, Miss Williams. We're not even saying you did anything. We just want you to know that it will be a lot easier to admit to anything now rather than later. We're going to release you to Rae Carter's family until we can figure anything else out. You will be permitted to grab your things from your house that you'll need but there will be an investigating occurring."
"You can't let my sister walk in that house. Tell her that only one person is permitted and because I'm older I get it. You just can't let her. What if she... what if she... sees." I whispered and I fell the burning rush of tears overwhelming me all over again. I covered my mouth with a hand, trying to hold back my desperate gasps. My shoulders shook violently and I felt like everything was crashing around me.
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We all sat around the large mahogany dinner table in silence. Nobody knew what to say. And, really, there was nothing to say. Rae and her mother seemed awkward while Mina and I were quiet and reserved. That was something new for Mina. She was always a very outgoing personable girl. She never seemed tolerable of silence. I was so different than her. I was a thinker, she was a talker. She was popular, I didn't care what I was. She dated numerous guys, I never desired a boyfriend. I was independent, she needed somebody there for her.
Somebody to comfort her. But I hadn't been, and I wasn't. I wasn't good with emotional situations. I tended to lean away from them. But my sister needed me and I was completely avoiding her. I was completely avoiding everything.
With this realization I scooted my chair back and got up. All eyes were on me and I didn't care. I walked over to my sister and leaned down to give her the biggest hug I could manage. We broke down into a waterfall of tears together and shared our misery. We never had any worries. We were happy with our lives. Neither of us ever acted out like other children did. We didn't have any attention to gain from our parents because they were never around anyway. We did our schoolwork. We were polite and friendly. We went to church every Sunday and Wednesday. We had plenty of money, good looks, and friends. We were never truly deprived in any way (other than parental connection). We both had bright futures...
Now we had grey.
First, it was black. It was terrible and miserable and unbearable. But the initial pain subsides. You eventually start to grow numb to it. You can't cry anymore. Your body runs out of tears. It's black, but it fades away. Now we were empty and cold and grey. We couldn't feel anything. We didn't know exactly what was going on in the world around us. We didn't know where to go with our lives. How could a person just pick up and keep going after they get news that the only relatives they have are dead?
We had grey. And I'd give anything to move past it.
