5 Minutes

How did I get here exactly? Well, let’s just say it’s a long story. I was interviewing to be a detective, and they didn’t think I could handle the pressure. I told them I could, and that I would do anything to prove it. They turned me away, without a second thought, and I was so disappointed. This was a week ago. Then yesterday, they gave me a call, and told me to come back in at 8:00 the next morning, and that they would give me another shot. I was so nervous last night, I could barely sleep! This morning, I woke up, got dressed, ate breakfast, then headed in, confident that I would get this job, no matter what it took. When I got there, they said they had a task for me, to prove I could really do what I claimed to. I said alright, and they gave me some forms to sign. I was so eager to prove myself that I signed all the forms without reading them, rookie mistake. Then, once they had the forms checked over, they took me on a drive. I didn’t know where we were going, but I refrained from asking questions, considering I liked surprises. But little did I know, this surprise was something I’d never been expecting, and might possibly be my last surprise, ever. But anyways, back to the story. When we got there, I got out and saw that we had pulled up to a prison. I was confused, but then they said to just not ask questions and follow them, so I did. They led me to a room far away from any other doors or exits, it would be like a maze trying to get out of here if I got separated from these cops. Then, when they took me inside of the room, I understood why it was so far away from everything else. In here, there were five famous people from our town, except what they were known for, is something nobody ever wants to be known for. They were all murderers, brutally murdering and mutilating their victims in the worst ways I’ve ever seen. A few years ago, when one of them were caught, I looked up a picture of one of the victims, and luckily I was at home, because when I saw what this guy did to his victim, I physically got sick and had to run to the bathroom, not wanting to throw up all over my couch. He had cut off her arms and legs, then used hot glue to glue them back on, making her look like a deformed Barbie doll. A was mortified, and couldn’t imagine what the family must be feeling, let alone what that woman must have felt in her last few moments, possibly hours, of life, being tortured like that. I could have never imagined what was going through that man’s mind as he did that, and now here I was, standing before him, probably looking like a helpless little girl, my face probably pale, and feeling like I’m about to pile right in front of them. I can’t do that of course, or I’d never get the job. I swore to these cops that I could handle anything, and I plan on seeing that through. Also, as much as I wish I didn’t, I signed these waivers, especially now that I know what they mean. If I thought being in front of one killer was bad, can’t even fathom what I’m doing right now, in front of five of them. But it’s okay, I swore to myself that I would get this job at all costs, and I will, no matter how much work and how much talking to killers it takes. I finally realize I’m getting caught up in my own thoughts and ask the question I’ve been asking myself since we got here. “excuse me, what am I doing here exactly?“ “Oh right, yes of course,” one of the cops says. “For the next 24 hours, you will be in a room with these men, none of us in here, so let’s see if you can really handle it.” I didn’t object, I mean how could I, I already signed the waivers. You can’t complain, I warned you that it was a long story. But anyways, that’s how I got here, stuck in a room with five serial killers, all alone. I don’t even know how much longer of the 24 hours in here I still have left. It feels like it’s already been 48 hours, but in reality, it’s probably only been like 1. None of them have spoken a word yet, but to be fair, I mean what did I expect? That we’d all start chatting and become best friends? They are killers after all, evil through and through. Surprisingly though, even though I should feel uncomfortable, being alone with all of them, I’m not, and oddly enough, I feel almost right at home.