Behind you #Wattys2014

Chapter twenty- one

I feel like I'm being suffocated by the darkness, when I was ushered into the room, Until some lights flickered on, and I could see a little, but only a portion of the room has light now, I look over to see that the light is coming from another room, it's separated from the room I'm in, by a glass window.

My heart pounds really hard, when I realize where I'm in, in one of those line up rooms. They can't see me, I've watched movies, they can't. I think to myself.

"Don't worry, Molly." Linda says, appearing beside me.

"B- but, c- can they? Like see me?"

"They can only see a shadow, and don't worry, I'll be pretending to examine them with you, so they don't know which shadow is you." She smiles, and puts a hand on my shoulder, I can no longer think straight or hear well, when one of the cops says two words.

"They're ready."

"Wait no, they're not." I whisper, hoping that I could delay this. The door to the room with light opens, I squeal and shut my eyes tight. The late teenagers start to file in.

"It won't be for long, Molly, and how old was your sister when she was drugged?"

"She was fifteen."

"That's terrible." Linda says. "How old is she now?"

"She turned sixteen only a few days ago." Alicia won't be allowed to try driving yet, until they're sure that Alicia's completely fine, and so far her psychiatrist says no. I hate her psychiatrist. I find that taking my mind off this actually makes me feel less nervous, I watch Linda walk up to the first guy, number one. I do the same after Linda moved on.

This is definitely not Rohypnol guy. His skin is too dark, and his hair is not dark enough. I move on to number two. He looks a little more like Rohypnol guy, my heart pounds, my eyes travel down to his fingers, I think about how it felt when he grabbed my skin and squeezed.

No, this is not him.

I have no idea why they even put guy number three in this line up, he's totally out of place, he looks like a nerd, but his hair is the exact right shade.

I look him right in the eye, through his glasses. Maybe he's trying to disguise himself, but no, this is definitely not him. It's so hard, since I only got to see him for a while that night, and I never got a chance to take any pictures. 

I move on to the next guy. Number four looks so much like him, I screamed a little. Linda immediately looks over.

"Is it him, Molly? Number four?"

"I- I am not very sure." I look closely at his mischievous black eyes, creepily pale skin, black hair. Definitely could be someone who would drug girls and torture and kill them. He doesn't look very angry with me though, in fact he looks casual like he's not a suspect of a crime at all. His arms and legs are so scrawny, I couldn't believe it.

"Well, maybe. Or maybe he's related to Rohypnol guy- I mean the guy who drugged Alicia, but-"

"Does he look familiar?" A cop asks me.

"No. I mean yes."

"Take your time, Molly." I feel like this is a test for some reason. I look at number four one more time, then I looks away. I turn to the last guy, number five, he looks kind of vampirish like how Rohypnol Guy should looks, but he doesn't look like Rohypnol guy.

"Not five, or one, two, and three." I say, my voice sounds like I might burst out crying any second.

"Okay, what about four?"