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"The kid was traumatized"
Groan and snort was followed by a folding chair flying across the room.
Obviously someone kicked the defenseless thing.
"We ain't gonna get anything significant or logical connection out of her."
"For Pete's sake, Kurt, did you have to do that?"
One of the cops walks in with a steaming cup of coffee. The ones in a styrofoam cup. I concluded half of it contains phlegm who ever made that shit.
I scrunch my nose disgusted by that thought.
In front of me was an abstract of black coffee spills above the metal-topped table. It reminds me about my first try in making canvas. It was the shade of dead rose splatter.
I found it charming. Others says it's disturbing.
It really complimented the brown crust on some of the links under the cuffs and the little bright red puddle below my wrists. They were was too tight.
Animatedly their private eye, Ron, yells at Kurt to back off. Never judge the book by it's cover. He might look like an old dozing tortoise but damn. This turtle slaps like a bitch.
If only their weary gazes can filter the HATRED and DISAPPOINTMENT out of them. That might actually fool me that they care.
But they got no sympathy for me.
I don't expect him too either.
I told him before that I was only good for nothing.
I saw it coming. The words appears in bright capital letters. Hovering against the blinding LED lights.
My head filled with harsh white light obliterating the image behind it.
It was hard to recognize.
Must be a memory or a dream. They asked me again with all the same questions. They want to know what happened before the explosion.
Too bad the only survivor can't give them the proper details. Me, the stupid witness who can't make anything right. Even a lousy testimony was too complicated for me to deliver.
A MESS.
DISAPPOINTMENT.
AN EXCESS.
My parents predetermined titles.
It's kind of funny how they tell us how to live. Putting false confidence so you could feel alive. Living in gender roles yet with absent minds that impose and deceive progress under their manipulation.
All of this and for what?
Questions flooded inside my head. Making my hands to shake. I balled them. They where cold as ice. Soon I'll be drowned yet no one on the outside will notice.
A simple silent death.