“so what happened”
“well it all started when i got that call, i knew from the voice who it was, and i had been preparing for hours”
“who was it, what were you grtting ready for?”
“im not your innocent little boy, i go to parties and shit, fuck around, but it never got this bad. i thought we were just gonna go smoke, i didnt know i would see what i did”
“and what did you see?”
The crickets in the room were louder than the replays in his head; Like a broken record on repeat.
“I- It was normal at first, i got in the car, and we drove somewhere. i didnt know where we were going but i just assumed it was one of his friends houses, i dont question him, its the rules. but, when we stopped, i felt weird, i didnt feel right about that house, there was something just off about it”
“what was off?”
“It gave me shivers, and my gut dropped, it just seemed easy to get lost in, but i was high off of my mind, and blamed it on that. we went inside and, shit happend, i dont know exactly, drinking, smiling, dancing, the usual. it wasnt till around about 3 am when it hapoened”
“when what happened?”
“i hadnt seen my friend in a while, and he was my ride home, so i went around looking fir him. i was sobering up at this point so i was pretty focused. i heard from someone that he was in the basement and, when i went down there i-“
Crying followed, tears flooded his eyes.
“what happened, leo?”
“she was dead. he had killed her.”
i could hear the sirens from miles away, only revealing further to myself what i had really done. the feeling of metal on my red hands, resting on the leathery seats of that police car, was nothing but foreign. I was accustomed to the law, i had had my fair share of misdemeanors, but nothing like that, like what i had done that ungodly day. The interview was even worse. “Hello, mary, right?” “um, yeah” “so, i assume you know why youre here sith me today” “because of my dad?” “yes. im not interrogating you, im just here for your basic information, now you will proceed with the intensive interrogation process” the good cop who once layed eyes on my poor youthful soul left, for an older man to enter. “lets cut right to the chase, why did you do it?” “My mom always said she hated her life; she hated her life because of me, and my dad. The screaming was becoming too much, and i couldnt handle it. I helped her, i released her, set her free; whats wrong with that? i love my mother, i love her pancakes and her soft voice. MY fathers voice was cold, and edged, like an unshaprened blade. IM proud of what i did.” “we found these tapes at the scene, please watch,” the images on screen resonated deep in my stomach, like moths filling up my intestines. i guess in the moment i didnt realize how much blood was on the floor, but from that angle you could see every wound, clear as day “do you recall recording this” “yes, i do, and fuck, did i do a good job”
l No, he said as he slammed the door shut no, im not okay no, i dont want to speak about it, especially no t to you no, i wont get out of bed no, this isnt a fucking phase no, i wont go home with you no, i am not easy no, i am not an object no one likes a worthless piece of trash and no one likes a sex doll, forced to be no ones bitch; but when the gag is tight and no words come out no one can hear you scream no t even me No, he said as he slammed the door.
