I'm sorry, I just had to add to my story!
I can't leave Edward like that!
I hope you enjoy this little extra
I acted to suit my story, but it seemed that hardly any extra effort was needed to make the police believe my story.
Around four policemen and women had arrived in two police cars, and an ambulance.
I watched as the medical workers efficiently checked Carl's body over, before lifting his body onto a stretcher, before covering it with some kind of sheet, and strapping him down.
A large man and a petite female officer blocked them from view when they took Carl's covered body to the ambulance.
"Miss?"
I looked down at the policewoman's kindly face.
"I..."
"It's alright love, sit down."
She led me and the large policeman to one of the police cars, and gestured to the passenger seat. Shakily, I sat on the edge of the seat, facing the two police officers.
"Now, can you tell me what your name is?"
"Um... Anna. Anna...B...Bird."
"Listen Anna, we need you to come with us. Now don't worry, it's obvious what's happened here."
"Wha...what!" My head snapped up.
The woman put a hand on my shoulder, "I know you're confused, but it'll be over soon. We realize that this was in self–defence, and we're optimistic that you'll be able to go straight home. We've called your Mum, and she's sure that you'd never have done this unless you had no other option."
I almost laughed, but I caught myself at the last moment, and turned it into a sob.
"It's alright, love. But we'll need you to answer a few questions, okay?"
I nodded slowly.
The questions were simple. 'Why did you come here?' 'What time did you arrive?' 'Why did he attack you?' 'About how much alcohol had he ingested?'
It seemed like I'd answered them appropriately, and soon enough, I was home. My mother, usually quiet and tired, pulled me into a hug as soon as she opened the front door.
"They called me and told me what happened. Oh, Anna!"
She dissolved into tears, pulling me tighter and tighter.
"Mum, I'm fine, please..."
"Anna, I'm so sorry, I knew he was bad news. I should never have let you-"
"Mum, it's not your fault..."
It probably should've been her consoling me, but it seemed it was the other way around. I went upstairs whilst my mother spoke to the kind policewoman and the silent policeman.
It was if I was moving in slow motion. I opened my bedroom door, and walked a few steps into my room. Without thinking, I walked over to my desk. Still lying there were the white dress and wings. I stroked the feathers, and the smooth material of the dress, before picking them delicately up. Carrying them over to my bed, I sat down heavily. Burying my face it the material, I began to cry.
