"I don't know if you remember anything from last night but apparently you need to." The voice seemed to be serious. Whatever this was about wasn't going to go away. I couldn't just sleep this one off.
"...Wha-what is it? Why is my memory being tested? Do I look like I'm in the state to go even trying to grasp what happened lastnight?" Making sentences seemed difficult, just proving that last night's happenings may be better left forgotten.
"Cobbie is Missing! Alright? Now can you get your ass out of bed?" Her voice was sincere, our friend must have never returned home last night. Meaning I was the last person to see her.
"What do you mean missing? Cobbie always spoke of leaving this damn town one day. Maybe she went through with it? Maybe she moved on?" As much as I was trying to be reassuring I just was trying to escape being the main component that may locate my missing friend.
But I'm not sure why I'm trying so hard to not go looking for her, I was last seen with her and I'm sure I can regain enough recollection to go ahead and lead the investigation somewhere. But something seemed to be hiding in my mind. Some information just wanted to be forgotten.
"You think Cobbie would go without saying goodbye to us? Without packing any clothes or sentimentals? Come on Lil you'd have to be ignorant to even think that were a possibility." She was right, but I wish she weren't.
The truth is I don't remember what happened last night, the thought of coming up short with information and seeming suspicious in front of cops partially terrified me. Not because I was guilty, but because they'd write my suspicious behavior down and that would follow me forever. My life would be spent under some government asshole's eye.
My mind began sculpting so it seemed, taking the pieces of my mind and arranging them back into their original form. It felt incomplete, as though some pieces were lost under the couch. But I began to remember the night, the night that Cobbie went missing.
There was a stale coffee smell through out the police station, as I sat within an investigation room almost like the ones seen on the television except far less fashionable. The paint peeled, the chair's cushion was a retro print that had worn holes in it. There was no Good cop nor Bad cop. Just some overweight man who seemed to have not a single care in the world about Cobbie's disappearance.
They probably don't even care if shes okay, or even still alive. All they want to do is find some evidence so they can push this off into some simpler category and move on. By making it appear that the crime rate in this town has been brought down by them, they get a big ole bonus to congratulate on their job well done.
Though we all know they are just passionless pigs.
".... Right, Lillium Colgaski is it?" His voice sounded drunken and cold,
"You, uhmm.. were with Cobbie Howard before she went missing correct?"
"You can call me Lil if you prefer and yes I was walking home with her." I felt very calm in the position I've gotten myself into. Perhaps I appear too calm to him, emotionless to the missing persons aspect of this.
"So, Lillium, was there any suspicious or illegal acts of the night?" He spoke as flatly as possible.
"I.. I don't get quite what you mean by that sir." I felt my head tilt to prove just how puzzled I was by this.
"What were you girls doing that night? Boozing? Huffing? Smoking the Dope? Shooting up? Meeting the Night? Huh?..." He seemed out of breath by his sudden eruption of smoke. "So what was it you were up to?"
"We were just walking home, you can go ahead and accuse me of anything in the book. But the truth is all we had done was walked home. We had previously been at the school helping prepare for a dance fundraiser. Cobbie and I live in the same direction so we typically walk home together. It was just after dusk and the sky seemed almost grey. I remember we were around the market and we saw a van. But I don't entirely remember what came after that. We were really tired, and I just wanted to get home.
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