Personal Narrative: A Soundproof Room

I was driven into the cross examination room by the Guard. To nothing sudden, I watched it to be definitely what I expected somewhat, soundproof room with only three seats (two for the criminologists Parsley and Collins and one for me) and a work range. Regardless, there was something insignificantly uncomfortable about this room. I felt to some degree uncovered and disengaged. I rearranged in my seat different times yet it was of no utilization. I continued tapping my feet on the ground whilst looking at the plain beige dividers. It was discomforting.

After what felt like an excessive amount of time, Collins and Parsley arrived. As they sat down on a stool made of trashy metal, and after some time, Parsley looked blankly at the wooden floor,

Goodness Anobel! How I missed you? Did you miss me? Try not to stress. Before sufficiently long, we will be as one," I cried. How I yearned to stroke that sensitive blonde hair of hers and move her by her strings. I missed doing the majority of that. As I went after her, Collins quickly moved her away.

"You won't get the manikin until you let us know why you focused on Laura Parsley... What's more, it would be a disgrace to witness anything to 'Anobel'. After all she's only a manikin on a forlorn string. What mischief has she ever done?" Collins said. His lip began to draw up in that shrewd, mischievous grin that constantly made a chill keep running at the back of my spine. The way his mouth gradually moved upward, making lines where his mouth and cheek joined. I knew not.

"FINE!" I cried. "Simply give me Anobel and I'll let you know everything!"

"I think at this point you thoroughly understand my youth. In any case, that is by all account not the only reason AND I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE INVOLVED!"

"WAIT!WHAT?" Parsley addressed. He solidified in his seat. "So there's another person? Who?"

"I wish I could let you know. Be that as it may, I don't know who he/she is either. I've just ever met him once in the neighborhood bar, 'The Green Dragon' once. What's more, that too in the pitch dark of night and still, at the end of the day, he was