Gunshot.
Bang.
Body collapsing.
Blood pouring.
Mastriani;
It's her lying on the cold rough road that has not been used for who knows how long, blood pouring out like mad and no knowing of when it'll stop. Whether she'll survive or die from the bullet shot by my friend Jim.
Me rushing.
Trying to wake her.
Desperation.
Anxiety.
Someone is by my side; Two of them. They escorted me away into their truck or car. I could not tell which. My eyes stayed on the sight of Mastriani. Her eyes that are usually wide and filled with emotion now disappeared. The ambulance arrived and carried her into it on stretcher. Everything seemed to have happened so fast. The car I was in drove off; Jess and I once again separated.
The interrogation was harsh; the man seemed to have known Jess well. I envied him but don't know why look at him with contempt. Maybe because I thought he wasn't good enough for Jess. I didn't care.
I was accompanied to my cell. It was dark and gloomy, I liked it. It suited my mood. The cell was relatively small but I never expected it to be a president suite in a hotel any way. I lay on the hard bed with barely any covers on it and began thinking about Jess.
What had happened to her since she ran away? How did she live? (Hopefully not like me living and traveling from dumps to dumps.) Where did she live now? How is she? Is she ever going to wake up from her deep sleep? I wish I could go and see her, but I wasn't allowed out of my cell.
I soon lose track of time but the FBI that interrogated me kept me updated. Agent Pracen; that was how I was supposed to address him.
One day went by after another while I sat on my bed in my cell behind bars of hard metal that can not easily be bent. I didn't have to sit behind these bars for much longer. I was going to be sent back to Indiana with probably lifetime probation. O, boy, not again…
My mum was glad to see me again, I could tell. She was angered by the fact I'd landed in trouble, again and in probation. She shouted at me most of that night but still made a delicious welcome home dinner.
I stuffed all the food on the table down my mouth as soon as I saw them. I couldn't resist, I was so hungry and the food they give you in the FBI isn't exactly edible in case any of you was wondering. I swear, I would never take food, or a bath and a nice home to live in for granted ever again.
I was so tired by the time I finished eating that I went straight to bed.
My room hasn't changed; it was exactly how I left it. I got into my bed. Even though it had been so many years since Jess and I slept together on this soft bed with red quilt cover. I could still sense her smell and spirit in this room. If only I could turn back time…
I have a habit of leaving cliffies, hehe P but how else am I to get all you lovely reviewers to read on? Review appreciated!