All I hear are screams.
Screams for help, screams of pain, screams of torture. Screaming is all I hear. They were stuck in my head, even though I know for a fact that they aren't real. I know they aren't real, there's no one screaming.
There's no one screaming because they're all dead.
"Miss, would you like some water?" That isn't a scream, that's barely a whisper.
A pale-skinned, hairy hand places a clear plastic cup in front of my eyesight. The liquid inside of the cup is clear.
I haven't had water in what feels like years. I've forgotten how it tastes. Suddenly, my mouth is like a Sahara desert.
Grabbing the plastic cup, I feel eyes on me. I ignore it, and I tip the cup when it's against my lips, feeling the cold, refreshing liquid hit my tongue.
Nothing.
Water tastes like nothing.
I set the cup in front of me again, the blood from my hand made the cup not so clear. Blood was smudged all over the cup, and it's a little crumbled.
The hairy, pale hand reaches towards the cup. Barely touching the rim of the cup, it's placed in an evidence bag.
They wait patiently. Waiting for me to speak. It had to be frustrating.
The words that I had been saying in my head for years, for this moment exactly, weren't there. I keep searching my head for them, but all I can find are screams. The screams that aren't real.
I know it's something like, 'my name is-' but, I can't remember it.
"Ma'am, what's your name?" They're tired of waiting. They want to get to the bottom of this, they want to find out why a girl covered in blood, most of which is not her own, showed up at the police station three hours ago, and hasn't spoken since.
"My name is-" I stop talking, my eyebrows furrow in concentration as I try to remember. All I remember is what they've called me for years, and I know it's not my real name. They did it on purpose.
"Do you not know your own name?" I take in a deep breath, lifting my head to make eye contact with the four police officers in the room with me.
"I have killed two hundred and fourteen people."
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Action"215" is a twisted story about a fifteen year old girl who is forced into a twisted game. From being forced to quickly grow up and make her decision of whether or not she wants to kill or be killed, to forgetting her own identity and most of her pa...
