Psycho

Present Time: 3:00 A.M.

It's been an hour, yet I still haven't had anyone tell me anything that's happened. The police station is dark, bustling with police officers, all going in and out of the station from calls, arrests, or a simple late night snack from the convenience store. Surprisingly, no police officers are eating donuts in their offices. Why does everyone think officers eat donuts all day? I'm sitting on an uncomfortable wooden chair in the lobby, my brother sitting next to me equally as uncomfortable. All my friends are in a different part of the police station asking and answering questions, my brother and I could not handle sitting in that place any longer.
I pull my grey cardigan over my white tank top and black sweats. Standing up, I walk over to a police officer, bunny slippers squeaking and just hoping to get some answers from somebody. I end up at a lady wearing the standard cop uniform, with little wrinkles on her forehead from stress.
"Um, can you tell me what happened tonight, no one's told me anything," I question, the lady immediately looks up at the mention of tonight.
"What's your name?" The small lady asked me, a slight smile and small dimples evident on her face.
I respond pointing to my brother as well, "Dylan Wright, and that's my brother Christian Wright."
"Are you the kids that were at the small gathering?" asked the female officer who had kept giving me encouraging looks. I had nodded and she kept asking me questions, with me responding with all the answers they should already know, they are the ones who saved us.
"What is your age?"
"18," obvious.
"How many people were with you?"
"Six," she should know.
"Did anyone get hurt"
I scoff, tired from the long day and irritated from the lack of information, "Shouldn't you have all of this in the report?"
"Um, yes, we just need to make sure all of this is right."
They kept writing on a piece of paper, all my information, and she kept saying that she would get back to me later with answers, never really answering my question. My friends and I are the ones that were attacked and held captive, shouldn't we be the ones who are asking questions?
"Look, ma'am, I just want answers, and for some reason, you are asking me questions about which you should already know. I have just been held hostage today! This is harder for me than any of you!" I stopped to catch my breath, inhaling through my nose and exhaling out my mouth, "I'm sorry, it's just that, this kind of thing is only supposed to happen in movies or nightmares, not real life."
The old lady sighs and looks at me sympathetically, "I know sweetie, I know it's tough. Let's start from the beginning, we just need to know your side of the story first and then we can answer all your questions. What made you hold this party in the first place?"
"Well, it all started when my brother and I invited some friends over for a goodbye party that we wanted to hold for all of us. You see, since it was our last summer together, we aren't going to be together for a while so we thought it was best to do something together."
    I think back to when it all started and it almost became as if I were in a dream, but still explaining everything to the officer.