My hands are trembling with reluctant anticipation. Staring eyes burn straight through me with every glimpse of content. The claustrophobic prison-like walls were all I needed to signify what was now at the risk for me. If friendships are meant to be strengthened by mutual trust and aid, then why do I have no compelling reason as to why I feel so strongly in debt to aid Corey after what he did today?

“We just have a few questions…” the investigator peered.

Such a cliché question yet one with such weight to it. I don’t want to be affiliated with Corey’s thievery. Every moment of hesitation only further insinuated the guilty portrayal I was falsely exaggerating.

“Can you tell me your whereabouts at 2:48pm on Tuesday the 2nd of July?’

Crap. This is all happening too fast. Where did we agree that we would be? Better question why did I comply with Corey’s ridiculous scheme. Seconds stretched out to hours as my thoughts became too concerned with the ominous ticking rather than my fictional location which I was stupid enough to agree with!

He knows I’m overthinking, if I wasn’t lying then I wouldn’t have to ponder this too much, right? Perhaps they can assume that I’m simply riddled with nerves for a completely innocent reason. Doubtful, but hopeful.

“2nd? Erm…”

I should stall them, give myself some much needed breathing space. I tried playing it off like the date wasn’t at all important so why would I remember such a minor memory. If only my useless brain could kick into action and remember what we agreed upon. It’s integral that our stories match up here. I cant go to jail. It’s just not me. I wouldn’t survive in there.

“I don’t quite rem-“

The wary whimpers and stutters that I was forcing out of me had became unmatched and unconvincing even to myself at this point.

“That’s enough, we’ll continue this later.”

Either I’ve been given time to collect my thoughts or secured a dismal fate. Hopefully not the latter - but it’s doubtful.

The End.