A/N; Surprise! I usually never update this fast but I thought, what the heck! I already had this chapter written in my head and the only reason I didn't add it to the last chapter was because I thought that was pretty suspenseful.
Lizzie was cold. She had goose bumps on her arms and she wished for a jacket as she rubbed them with her hands. The interrogation room was blank, mostly white and off-white. She already hated it in there. Not because of the chill, or the fact she knew she was being watched through the one-way glass. It was the reason she was there that she hated.
Her parents. Dead.
She knew she had seen them, but she could not remember what she saw. She actually had read of that, people not remembering tragic things or even going mute because of it. She was glad she was not mute though.
Because she needed to defend herself.
The irritating thickset cop waddled into the room. "Alright little one," he sat down across from her and pushed a pad and pen towards her. "Now I need you to write down in neat little letters all about how you walked home from school and took an axe to your mommy and daddy, mkay?"
She glared across the table at him. Without a word, she leaned forward, grabbed the pen and began to scribble out barely legible words on the paper.
When she finished, he smiled in victory, but his face twisted into a frown when he actually read it.
"I DIDN'T DO IT." was scrawled in slanted letters across the entire page.
"Lisabeth," he began "can I call you Lizzie?" she shook her head 'no'. "Lizzie, we have a large amount of physical evidence pointing to you killing your parents. Your fingerprints on the murder weapon, they did not fight back which means they knew their killer, and you do not even have an alibi! Now, just confess, so we can all go home."
"Fingerprints are easy to plant, my parents knew a lot of people, and I do have an alibi. The lock on the supply closet has been snapped of because I was LOCKED IN IT!" She snarled. "I've got nothing to confess you egotistical little narcissist! So get you oversized rear in gear and find the little psycho who killed my mom and dad!" Her voice rose into a scream.
"I have found the killer." His eyes narrowed. "She is sitting right in front of me!" he yelled back. His head whipped around when he heard three taps on the glass. He stood and stormed out of the room.
Lizzie needed help. Real bad. Then an idea struck her. She stood and walked to the glass. If she concentrated, she could see the shadows of the cops on the other side of the glass. She widened her eyes to her 'creep out' face that she normally saved for Halloween. She began following the shadows' movements for a moment then focused her eyes on where on of their heads were.
"I would like my phone call, please.' She said politely, still staring at the head.
As she was led out of the room, she took the small piece of paper out of her pocket. She was glad she kept it, even though the edges were frayed with age. She picked up the old wall phone and dialed the number. It rang twice then she heard the beep that meant her call was answered.
"Hello this is Dr. Spencer Reid from the FBI Behavioral analysis unit in Quantico. With whom am I speaking?"
"Dr. Reid," she gasped with relief. "It's Lizzie Borden. I need your help."
A/N; I wanted to let you guys in on this cool app I discovered called Pocket Fiction. You hook it up to your fanfic account and all your favorite stories and the ones on alert are downloaded. Its like a mini library that you don't need internet connection for. I absolutely love it and I hope you guys will check it out because it is free!
