I jump to the sound of a door slamming. I look up to see two older men in suits. One carrying a folder and the other a coffee cup. I then notice a large one way window next to the door. My heart races as I'm looking around. I'm in a small white room.
"Where am I?" I ask shaking.
I try to reach my hands up to wipe my eyes and realize they're handcuffed to a steel table in front of me.
"Why the fuck am I handcuffed?" I yell looking at them but direct my attention back to my hands to notice they're covered in dry blood.
"Bonnie" the man with the folder begins while walking towards me "I'm detective Grainger".
I stare at my hands discounting anything the detective has to say.
"Bonnie?" The man asks before sitting in the chair across from me.
"Why-" I stammer with a lump in my throat before looking up at him "look I'm kind of- I need my mom. Where's my mom? Is she okay?".
"Your mother is in the hospital" he reply's calmly.
"She's okay?" I ask loudly.
He takes a glance back at the other man standing by the door with the coffee cup and gestures him over.
I look back down at my hands and squeeze them, watching the blood crack. Tears start rolling down my cheeks and I'm startled by the other man placing the coffee cup in front of me.
"Andrew-" begins detective Grainger "get a wet rag, or something, so Bonnie can wipe her hands".
The man nods and continues out the door, closing it behind him.
I continue to stare at my hands, still in shock.
"Drink the coffee" he says.
I look up to him and then to the coffee before picking it up with shaking hands. I bring the cup to my lips and the coffee barely made it down my throat. I set the coffee back down and let out a long sigh, trying to calm myself.
"I know things are really hard right now-" he clears his throat "but I'm going to need you to try and tell me what happened".
"I- I don't even-" I begin while staring up at him "where should I even begin?".
"Ask yourself this" he says opening the folder "what events took place for these people to be dead?".
He slides multiple photos towards me and I just stare with disbelief. It's all coming back to me. It's all flowing in, no it's flooding.
I take in a sharp inhale and look back up to the detective "I.. did that".
"Now are you asking or telling me that?" the detective asks.
I look back down at the photos and nod "I'm telling you".
I know this was a confession. I also know he's not going to leave without the full story.
"Why did you kill them Bonnie?"
I look up to his eyes and lean back calmly "how long do you have?".
He leans back as well and glances away "as long as you need".
The door opens and the same man from before walks in carrying a couple wet rags. He sets them on the table and walks back out without a word, closing the door behind him.
"If you don't mind detective" I raise my hands up as far as they could go "I can't really wipe my hands when these cuffs are on".
He looks at me cautiously and stands up before reaching into his side pocket and taking out a set of keys. He walks over to me around the table and unlocks each cuff. I immediately rub my wrists and flinch because of how tight the cuffs were. He walks back to his side of the table and sits down.
"Ready?" He asks.
I nod and reach for a damp rag.
"I'm ready".
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