The Interrogation Room: A Narrative Fiction

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“I'm willing to speak.” “On a double homicide?” “Ha! Yes, officer.” “That you refused to tell anybody else about?” “Make your eyes any bigger and I could pop them out.” “Why?” The boy fixed them with a grisly stare. His head leaned as he slumped into the hard plastic chair. “I'm… I guess I just want to. It's like, telling someone something to make conversation.” “That’s real ugly, son.” “You're ugly.” “Nice jokes you got there, kid. Back to business. The homicides.” The boy looked around. His voice was critical, “Wait, where even are we?” “Interrogation room.” His jaw worked, “No.” “No?” “This is a cellar. Smells like wine in here.” The interrogator smirked slightly. The boy frowned and rose his chin to the challenge. “Why did you drag me out …show more content…

Now tell me who.” “Your butler and you-” “Yes? Yes! Who!” “Your parents.” “Ding ding ding ding!” The interrogator found the strength to break his nose. “How could you do this! How could you plan this! You're fifteen! You. Are. Fifteen! Fifteen!” the interrogator screeched, wringing them by his dingy dress shirt. “Hold- hold on there, officer!” the boy stuttered gleefully “They are your blood!” “I still have to tell you about your girl!” The assault eased. “My girl.” “Yes yours. Before you beat me to death, of course.” “I would like to know,” The officer said disarmed. “I would. I would.” “Then take a seat… Cool, now tell me why.” “ ‘S hard to the explain,” the officer muttered. “I'd be willing to understand.” The officer talks as if the boy hadn't said a word, “I was just sitting there at my desk looking at the report, analyzing things, then I look at her in the pictures. Lifeless, mangled, but beautiful.” “I'm sorry. You said beautiful?” “So, so beautiful. Marked, but even in this dirty basement, she was so clean. I was all about her life and I realized the details from the files wouldn't be enough.” The boy's eye face crinkled in distaste. The officer looked passed

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