𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄 ╱ 𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒
🪐🤎🧸 ࿐ ❛︎ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙴 ❜︎
ˎˊ˗ what the fuck
Robin watched as Sheriff Nick Goode pressed the record button. "Interview with Robin Fraser. Sunday, October 2nd, 1994." Goode said.
"Wanna tell me what happened?" Nick Goode asked. Which caused Robin to look up from the table, he jeans was in her hair as she sat across s the sheriff.
"We were picking up mine and Sam's prescription. And the lights went out. It was pitch black." Robin said, moving her hand down to her lap.
"I couldn't really see anything. We ducked behind a counter. We hid until it was over." Robin said.
"You had to get 15 stitches on your arm, why?" He asked but before Robin could answer. "How did you get that?" Nick asked pointing at her hand that was still on the table, the others hand on her lap.
"I feel on some glass." Robin said pulling the sleeve of her sweater down, and pulling her hand down towards her lap.
"Robin, you look like a ghost. Like you just came back from the dead." Nick said, Robin looks at him.
"We'll sheriff may I remind you that I just witnessed my friend Kate die, so if I were you I'd shut the fuck up." Robin says, looking him straight in the eye, Nick just looks away from her.
"I'll tell you what the facts tell me." He says after a couple of seconds. "The junkie-" he starts but gets interrupted by Robin.
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