-Here we go with the next chap! Thanks so much for the reviews, they make me so happy! (: - still excuse me, if I made any mistakes with the language.-
Jenesse still had refused to say one single word. Nobody was able to make her talk. When Gillian entered the room and saw the girl, she was quite shocked. Jenesse was a beautiful girl. A bit too thin, but beautiful nevertheless. Jenesse smiled as Gillian came in and Gillian couldn't understand how Jenesse managed to still smile.
"Good Morning, my name's Gillian Foster," Gillian said. She didn't mention that she was a psychologist on purpose. Jenesse nodded a bit, but didn't say anything. "May I take a seat?" asked Gillian. Jenesse nodded again.
Gillian sat down and looked undeviatingly at Jenesse. Jenesse in the meantime just looked at the floor. A few minutes elapsed in silence until Gillian tried again to make Jenesse speak. "I know that a lot of people have already tried to talk with you. Obviously you don't want to talk with anybody and it must be super annoying for you, but don't you think it would be better to talk? Maybe it would help you?" said Gillian trying to build a connection with the girl; still no answer from Jenesse.
Of course Gillian could understand her somehow, and needed to see to it that the girl would talk, no matter what. Gillian crossed her legs and starred at the girl. Jenesse didn't even look up once.
"Jenesse, you can talk to me. You know, I don't want to push you. I don't want to hurt you. I just want to help you. Believe me," coxed Gillian; again no answer.
Gillian studied the face of Jenesse. It almost seemed like Jenesse was unemotional. There was not a sign of a smiling anymore;nor of a sad face or anything like that. Gillian raised an eyebrow. She couldn't remember a case that had been as weird and difficult as that one. Gillian flipped a file open, which contained the history of Jenesse.
"Your parents died five years ago, that must have been awful."
For a quick moment, it seemed like sadness flew over Jenesse face. So she did at least listen.
"You have no further family? That must have been even harder." Gillian saw how Jenesse bit her lip.
She knew that she was torturing the girl, but there was no other way to make her speak.
"And then you got that illness. You can't go anywhere alone. You can't escape from all that."
Tears ran over Jenesse face, but still she didn't talk. "No friends, no family, kind of no future… I can't imagine how that must feel like."
As Gillian spoke the last word Jenesse spoke.
"Stop it!" said Jenesse desperately. Two words were better than nothing.
"Just saying the truth, Jenesse," said Gillian.
Jenesse pursed her lips. She didn't want to say anything but she felt like exploding. "Right and you have no idea how it feels like," said Jenesse.
"There you are right. But I want to know how you feel like it," replied Gillian softly.
"You don't. You want to know what happened," said Jenesse coldly.
The girl was clever, but she was wrong as well. Gillian didn't only want to know what happened, and she also wanted to know if she could help the girl.
"Well, you are sort of right. I came over here to get to know what happened, but I also want to know how you feel like. I want to help you," replied Gillian.
"You can't help me," replied Jenesse angrily.
Gillian leant back. After all, the girl wanted to talk. "Why do you think so?" asked Gillian.
"Just the way it is," replied Jenesse.
"That's not right, Jenesse. There are people that care about you," coxed Gillian.
The girl laughed sadly. It scared Gillian because Jenesse laughed in the same way she sometimes did.
"There's nobody that cared about me, Ms. Foster," said Jenesse as she looked up for the first time. Her eyes were chocolate brown, and she had long eyelashes. The brown hair fell into her face and it made her look like an adult. It was obvious that the girl even if she was just 16 had abandoned her youth and childhood. Jenesse averted her face again and Gillian sighed. She wanted to help so badly but had actually no idea how.
"What happened?" asked Gillian.
The girl kept silence again.
"Jenesse, it is necessary to tell us or better me, what happened?"
Jenesse didn't answer and Gillian doubted that she would get an answer very soon.
"You're aware of the time of limit, we have? If we don't find the person that killed your friend right now, we probably will never find him." The girl absorbed. And there was sign of guilt in her face. So she was scared, but why? What made her so frightened?
"What are you scared of, Jenesse? Is the murderer blackmailing you? If so we can help you, you know that." Now the girl looked kind worried. So she was definitely scared and didn't see any way out of her situation. "Talk to me, Jenesse, please." This time Jenesse shook her head. "Why not?" No answer. "Jenesse, I cannot help you, when you are not talking to me!" Jenesse shrugged and if Gillian wouldn't have known it better, she could have thought that Jenesse didn't care about the fact if she got help or not.
"What the hell are you guys expecting of me, hmm? Can't you just let me alone? It worked the past years quite good as well," said Jenesse feeling quite hurt at this point.
It surprised Gillian that she had gotten an answer, even if she didn't like the content of it. Gillian was just about to answer, as a stone flew through the window into the room. Gillian cringed, Jenesse did not. The stone lay now in front of the girl. There was no message on it but it seemed like Jenesse did know what it meant. Gillian turned around, as the door was opened and Cal and a police officer came into the room.
"What happened, Gil?" asked Cal.
Gillian stood up and abolished the stone. "The stone just flew through the window," said Gillian confused.
"Anybody hurt?" asked Cal.
"No," replied Gillian. Cal looked at the girl and raised an eyebrow. She didn't seem scared what you usually expected. Cal gave Gil a questionable look and Gil shrugged. She didn't know what was going on with the girl, or better she didn't know it for sure. She gave Cal and the officer a sign to go out and after they were out, Gil looked one last time at the girl, before she also left the room.
"So did you find out anything?" Cal asked as Gillian stepped out.
"Well, she talked. Not much, but a bit, and I was right with my assumption that she has psychological problems. She thinks that nobody cares about her, and that nobody can help her. I guess she feels like a doll in a huge dollhouse."
Cal nodded slowly. "What about the stone thing?" he asked.
"It almost seemed like, she had expected it. She knows very well who killed her friend and she is scared. Why? I have no idea. We need to find this out, which could get a bit difficult. However, firstly I think we should get her out here. She isn't save here and maybe we have more chances, when she's in another environment," replied Gillian.
"Sounds like a good idea to me. So, Det.- I'm sorry I forgot your name, could you arrange everything?" asked Cal. The officer didn't look very pleasant but then nodded. He turned around and walked away.
"He didn't seem happy," said Gillian.
"He wasn't happy. His boss breathes down to his neck," replied Cal.
"I understand… so let's see that we get her out here very soon. Maybe that helps a little," stated Gil.
Jenesse looked coldly at the stone. It didn't scare her. She had already gotten accustomed at it. There had always been someone, trying to scare her or to make her hush. Even if Ms Foster appeared to be a nice person, she didn't want to trust her yet. She couldn't risk being disappointed again.