Tearing Off My Skin [COMPLETED ✅]

| The Interrogation Room |

Albemarle County Police Department

1:30 am

Ahti's POV

Darkness...

All I see is darkness when my eyes awaken, vision is blurry. I feel a burning sensation and coldness surrounding my body. I tried to move and get up, but I'm constricted by chains on my feet and hands. I tried using all my strength to break out from the chains and escape from this unknown place, but nothing worked. I am still way too intoxicated to have the strength to do anything, I shouldn't have drunk all that Hennessy.

I don't remember much about what happened, but I do remember two officers disturbing my drinking session. Now, I don't even know where I am at or why I am chained up.

I hear footsteps coming, the sound of the shoes walking by are busting my eardrums. The noise stops and the door opens. Bright lights slowly exposing itself into the room, but thank goodness that it didn't touch me. Too much light can really damage my skin. I love my unique skin.

The door closes and the light is gone, making the room almost pitch black again. I get a closer look at the people who just walked in. To my surprise, it is two black police officers; one male and one female.

"Hey! Ki sa ki Fuck la ap pase? Ki moun ou ye mesye? Ki kote mwen ye? Epi poukisa mwen nan chenn !? (Hey! What the fuck is going on? Who are you guys? Where am I? And why am I chained up!?)" I freak out, moving around and making a lot of noise.

They turn on a lamp, the light did blind my vision for a second, but I got used to it. I got a good look at their faces and name tags.

"Chill out Ahti, nou pa isit la fè ou mal. Nou jis vle konnen kijan ou santi ou. (Chill out Ahti, we are not here to hurt you. We just want to know how you are feeling.)" Officer Jordan tells me.

Hearing Officer Jordan speak Haitian Creole sent me aback, because I was not expecting any American police officers to understand or communicate with my language.

"Ki jan ou fè konnen kijan pou pale kreyòl ayisyen an? (How do you know how to speak Haitian Creole?)" I asked her.

"Nou tou de konprann ak konnen ki jan yo pale lang lan. Plus nou gen zanmi ak manm fanmi ki te anseye nou ki jan yo pale li. (We both understand and know how to speak the language. Plus we have friends and family members that taught us how to speak it.)" She responds.

"Oke, ou se de yon koup oswa yon bagay? (Okay, are you two a couple or something?)" I ask.

They both laugh in unison.

"Non, nou pa yon koup. Nou te vrèman zanmi pwòch pou plis pase ven ane. Nou te grandi nan ghetto a menm ak travay wout nou yo. (No, we are not a couple. We have been really close friends for over twenty years. We grew up in the same ghetto and worked our way up.)" Officer Durant answered.

It's nice getting to know them a little, but I still want to find out why I am chained up.

"Èske ou ka mesye eksplike m 'poukisa mwen bloke? Ki kote egzakteman mwen ye? (Can you guys explain to me why I am trapped? Where exactly am I?)" I curiously ask.

They look at each other, trying to find out who's going to tell me.

"Oke, Ofisye Smith te bay tas ou epi mennen ou nan Depatman Polis Konte Albemarle. Li te mansyone ke ou te bwè Hennessy nan mitan lari a epi ou te trè sou. Lè Ofisye Boone te eseye kesyone ou, ou atake epi ou manje l 'vivan. Mwen te mande, poukisa ou ta fè yon bagay konsa? (Well, Officer Smith tased you and brought you in to the Albemarle County Police Department. He mentioned that you were drinking Hennessy in the middle of the street and you were very drunk. When Officer Boone tried to question you, you attacked and ate him alive. I got to ask, why would you do such a thing?)" He asks.