Lost and Found Kind of Love

I sat in the uncomfortable chair, looking off into nothing, trying to remember the events that unfolded just hours ago. But it was as if a wall was put up on the drive to the police station, preventing me from remembering any helpful details. The only thing I remember is the most hideous, heart-wrenching sight. The sight I wish would be behind the mental wall. The sight of my mother’s cold, lifeless body. Her blond hair coated in crimson red blood, her mouth hanging open as if she was about to say something. But she didn’t say anything. She would never say anything again. The harsh reality that had run through my mind countless amounts of times ran through it once again. Poisoning my thoughts, drenching anything and everything in sadness. The once colourful, joyful world was now grey and depressing in my eyes. I turned around as I heard a noise, to be met with a stern, powerful looking woman. She walked to the opposite side of the table, her blonde ponytail swaying slightly with every step. She set her things down on the metal table, not sitting down herself.
“Hello, AnnaBeth Aber. I’m Detective Johnston. I’m head of your mum’s murder case.” She said, holding her hand out expecting me to shake it.
I stared at it, not moving my crossed arms or making any effort to sit up properly. “Hi.” I mumbled, still staring at her hand. Her hand slowly disappeared, leaving me looking at the blank space.
“Well, I’m not going to waste any time with introductions, seeing as you obviously don’t care. I have some questions that you are required to answer.” She said and began instructing me of my rights.
The longer she spoke, the harder the realization hit me. I was a suspect. What the hell? What kind of sick, twisted person would put a bullet through their own mum’s skull?
“What is your problem? Why would I be a fucking suspect on my own mum’s murder case?!” I spat, glaring at the detective.
“No one else was there to verify that you weren’t the one who did this. Therefore, you are a possible suspect. Now, we just need your account on what happened at 10 pm, 2 hours ago.” She said calmly.
How is she so calm? She just accused an 18 year old girl who has never even touched a gun of shooting her mum. That is the most outrageous thing I have ever heard.
“I don’t remember what happened at ’10 pm, 2 hours ago’.” I said, mimicking what she had said. I was telling the truth, but apparently Miss. Johnston over there didn’t believe me.
“It was 2 hours ago. How can you not remember anything?” She said.
“I just don’t remember. Simple as that.”
She looked at me, crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her eyes.
“2 hours ago, your mum was murdered and you just don’t remember?!” She said, emphasizing the last 3 words. “We are trying to help find the killer that put your mum in the morgue with a bullet in her head and you are helping him?! Now, I will ask you ONE LAST TIME! What happened?” She shouted at me.
I looked at her, anger coursing through my veins. I slowly rose from my seat, glaring at her. “Last time I checked, you thought I was the one that out a bullet in my mum’s head. You want to know what I remember?!” I shouted at her. “I remember my mum’s lifeless body lying on our rug, blood in her hair, on the rug, and covering my hands as I cradled her cold body, sobbing. I. Can’t. Fucking. Help. You! My mum died not even 24 hours ago and you’re insensitive enough to not only question my about it. OH, NO! You also EMPLY THAT I KILLED MY HER! I can’t remember anything that will help you at the moment. So, if you will excuse me, I’m going to grieve over my mother’s death!” I shouted angrily, storming out of the room.
I pressed the down button for the elevator, leaving Detective Johnston standing in the room dumbfounded. Serves you right. I thought, as the elevator doors closed. I slid down to the floor and sobbed, my body shaking and mascara staining my cheeks. And I realized, once again, I’m alone. There is no one there for me to come home to anymore.
I’m alone.

Notes

here it is. First chapter. Hope you enjoy! :)
-C xx