STARVE ME

|Prolougue|

Tw ⚠️:// Foreshadowing (??), cursing.

June 7th, 2014 3:00AM

I sit there, my elbows resting on my knees as my head rests on both hands. I'm tired. I haven't slept in 3 f*cking days. They won't let me leave until I can get some kind of information. Since she won't talk to me anyways, I almost thought about sleeping in there. Then I remembered who was sitting across from me.

I sit up a bit, finally deciding she won't talk unless I try to get some information out of her.

"What happened on the night of December 13th? Approximately 2AM?"
She does nothing. Still smiling with her teeth.
"How about January 1st?"
Still nothing. I furrow my brows and glare at her lazily.
"Look, I know you have something to do with all these incidents, so you might as well just tell me." Nothing. I sigh. Of course. If I can't get anything out of this stupid b*tch, I'm out. I didn't even care if I got in trouble. Not like there's a point in being here.

"22nd of March?" I ask, rolling my eyes, not actually expecting an answer. I sigh and begin to gather my belongings. Suddenly, I hear a snicker. I glance up, only to see her laughing at me.
"Would you like to know?" She giggles.
My eyes widen. Oh this bitch.
I sit back down, a book in my hand. I throw my messenger bag on the ground and smirk. "How old are you?" I ask. Trying to start out easy. "14." I look at her, furrowing my brows. "Fucking liar."
She stops smiling.
I stare for a minute, and she stares back. I clear my throat, fist over my mouth, and look back at her.

"Who do you live with?" Her face relaxes. "My mother, father, and—" she stops. Her eyes widen and a smile creeps onto her face.

Her mother already informed me that her brother passed away years ago. Is she thinking of him or... is there someone else?

"Are you finished?" I ask with caution. She nods.
Great.
"What were your motives?" I ask quietly, staring into my lap.
No answer.
"Well nothing I can do now," I shrug. "I'll see you tomorrow afternoon, Rattcliff. We'll try this again." I wave at her with two fingers. As I close the door I get a glance of her huge smile, and wide eyes. Staring at me, as if to politely tell me to shut my fucking mouth if I know what's good for myself. I didn't pay any mind. I've dealt with wack-jobs like her before. That was a big mistake. After closing the door, I had missed seeing her suddenly scowl at me, angry.

Author's Note:
Call me good boy.