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I woke up feeling as comfortable as I've ever been. I stretched a little and rubbed my eyes. I then blinked a few times and then realization dawned on me that I can see. I jumped and turned to the other side but... No one was there.
I don't understand... Was that all in my head?.
I wondered as I thought about yesterday's incidents; the horrifying voice I heard, the horrible beatings I got from those guards, the unbearable pain I felt.
Wait.. Pain!
I touched my whole body and couldn't feel an ounce of pain. I took off my shirt and ran to the bathroom and checked my body in the mirror; No scars at all! In fact! My skin looked fresher than usual which was... sort of frightening! Even for me! My hair has even grown longer over the months, reaching all the way to my back; it even have curls too, making look like a girl with my baby blue eyes and my small plump rosy pouty lips; coupled with my lean body.
I sighed and picked up my toothbrush but then I remembered that I didn't see see any scars or swellings in my body. I double checked just to be sure that I wasn't hallucinating but the results was still the same.
I gasped in realization; Could it be... all those were real?!. He was really here!! And he... healed me?. But ... why? Didn't he like to make my life a living hell? Why would he heal me?!.
I shook my head, pushing all thoughts aside and sighed heavily. I picked up my toothbrush, rinsed it, applied some toothpaste and brushed my teeth. Then I took my bath and got dressed. I sighed heavily and propped myself on the bed, waiting for the guards to deliver my breakfast as usual. Soon I heard the sounds of doors opening.
"Oww, that must be the guards"..
I propped myself up and sat on the bed, waiting for breakfast to arrive. Soon, a guard opened the cell door and two guys walked in, in which none of them is carrying a food tray. I got confused.
" Can i.... help you guys?"..
Then one of them walked forward and brought out a badge "FBI, I'd like you to calmly follow us to answer a few question about the brutal murder of Joe Smith and Bryan Johnson".
My eyes widened in shock "w...what?!!....m..m...murder?!!".
" Please kindly and quietly follow us to the interrogation room now If you would" The other guy in black said as they both came close and yanked me up by both of my arms and dragged me out of my cell room.
"Wait! I...I ...I'm innocent! I didn't do anything I swear!! I didn't kill anyone!! I'm not a murderer!!" I yelled in panic as they dragged me out of the underground floor and into a dark room with only a single light bulb, a table and two chairs facing across each other. Then they tossed me aside and shut the door. I steadied myself as to not fall as a result of the push earlier. I turned and started banging at the door.
"Please you gotta believe me!! I really.... I didn't murder anyone! Please believe me... Please... I'm not... a murderer"
My voice grew hoarse as tears streamed down my face. I didn't murder anyone; why won't anyone believe me?.
I sniffed and cleaned my tears but it won't stop streaming down my face. Suddenly I heard a voice;
" Anthony... Charles"
I gasped and turned and caught sight of a figure of a person in the shadows. "Who... Who are you?!". I asked, trying to toughen my voice but I still couldn't stop the stammer.
"Why don't you take a sit hmm?" He ignored my question and said instead.
I looked down at the chair in front of me, I hesitated a little before I finally drew the chair back a little and got seated. I looked up at the figure and he didn't even make any attempts of moving. I clenched my fist and then said, "you!... Step into the light so I can see your face!".
He gave a low chuckle and said "Are you sure?... Well okay". He finally stepped into the light and I almost forgot how to breath as I saw his appearance.
He was dressed in a loose black ink shirt with two buttons open, revealing his sexy collarbone, coupled with his black trousers and hairstyle that look like that of a guy in a boy band and those bangs covering his eyes and a string silver earring hanging from his right ear.
"You... Are you ... really the interrogator?" I asked, still astounding by his appearance. He gave a low chuckle and sat down, crossing his legs on the table "Anthony Charles... Hmm, nice name" he smirked.
I bit my lower lip and said nothing. "Ok let's see what we have here" he suddenly brought out a file out if thin air. My eyes widened as I saw that;
"H... How d... did y... y... you do that?"
He smirked and said "do what?". I pointed at the files in his hands with trembling finger; " T... that! You just... pulled that out from thin air!".
He chuckled and said "No I didn't.. it's clearly all in your head". I shook my head and said "No! I clearly saw you!! You- ".
" Of course!, What else will expect from a guy that stays in an asylum?" He sighed and shook his head.
I gasped and gritted "I am not crazy!!"
He chuckled and said "Keep telling yourself that and maybe one day, it might actually come true".
I bit my lower lip in annoyance. Argghh!! This guy is so annoying! And to think I was actually drooling over him a moment ago.
He opened the file and started reading;
"Name: Anthony Charles"
"Age: 21"
"Height: 5ft3"
"Diagnosis: Reported to be seemly demon possessed and also a brutal serial killer.. huh? Interesting "
He smirked as I clenched my fist in anger . I am not a killer! And I'm not possessed by any fucking demon! I know what I saw!!.
He read the rest in silence and then said "Well, it's time to get down to business". He pulled out what seemed to be photos and tossed it to me. I glanced at the photos and looked up to meet his gaze. He gestured with his chin for me to pick the photos up. I glanced down at the photos again, hesitated a little and finally picked up the photos and looked at it.
"This... This is- "
I gasped in horror as I saw the gruesome images in the photos I was holding with trembling hands....