She rolled over in her bed, the white walls
mimicked each other.
“You
can try to talk to her but she refuses to talk to any of us,” a nurse shrugged
at the detective.
“I
need her information, even if it hurts to think about,” he walked into the
room, knocking on the door.
She
had heard him but did nothing about it.
“I’m
Detective Will, I need to ask you some questions, is that okay?”
“Whatever,”
she mumbled.
“I’m
sure you’re sick of this by now,” he sat on the vacant bed next to hers.
“I
just want it to be over,” she wrapped the blanket around her.
“You
know he got another, right?” He glanced at her, noting how she presented
herself.
“He
had him since the beginning,” she whispered, rocking back and forth.
“What
do you mean?”
“He
gets them after he starts getting bored of the one he’s got,” she sighed. “By
the time you realize they’ve disappeared, he’s already made them his new
victim.”
“So
that means—“
“He’s
got another one already, he has two or maybe three depending on how he’s feeling.” She swallowed.
“They’re
missing and we don’t even know about it yet?” He started shaking.
“You
don’t ever realize what’s going on until it’s over,” She laid herself down.
“I—There’s
some research I’ve gotta do now,” he stood up.
The
poor girl jumped up instantly, ready to fight.
“You’re
fine, just stay calm and please talk to them, they’re here to help you,” he
kneeled down next to her, carefully taking her hands. “Is there anything I can
do for you before I leave?”
“I
never want to hear his name or see his face again,” her eyes were fierce and
mean.
“I’ll
try my best,” he pulled her into a careful hug, knowing that she needed it.
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