“Look at me! I need you to listen!” My pulse is pounding through my veins. I can’t focus on anything but the blood pumping through me. I can feel it: in my arms, and my thighs, my heart. “Look at me, you monster!” My ears attempt to listen, but the silence is so loud it blocks out his noise. I know he’s in front of me, but I can’t see him. “Where is he, David? Where is he?” I sense a hint of desperation in his voice. It’s comical in a way, the strong man with the deep voice; desperate. I drag my eyes upwards, and lock them on the police officers face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sir.” I’m not lying. I don’t know what happened. I know I went to sleep an innocent man, and woke up a criminal. I know I killed that boy. But truly— I don’t know what happened.