- 15 -
Thinking back to sitting against that wooden chair- my own wooden chair. Built with special care from my loving father. The man that humiliated me in front of spirits, gasses, fuels, along with smoke. That’s all this is; smoke & mirrors. It’s all illusions that have no purpose to exist. Given evidence against my father is far from impossible. They could take swabs; take some DNA from me. It’s not something I wanted to go through. Even so, I didn’t get a choice to go to a hospital.
He made sure that I’d never be found as a victim. Hiding away his fat ass too, he managed to escape the law. If only I had said something now; maybe they’d let me go for the greater good. I have something to share with the cops- a word even, this would result in the end of the world for my father. Not our world, it’s his world alone.
Owl Man. This so-called being was supposed to have caused a silver bridge to collapse. Unfounded evidence, we all just believed that it was some kind of warning. Like an angel trying to warn us of a serious event that could occur. Even seen around today. This creature is faded fiction, not quite all there. My father was the same, not all there. I only remember them thanks to a computer.
- Susan’s End –
Thinking back to that moment. It’s a memory in itself, it’s folding up the corners. All the loose ends don’t remain- they fall off like fallen leaves. Seasons seem to occur in my mind. Where a memory will fade away, another memory will uproot. Taking me straight to the root_menu. This is a perfect example of why cyberspace has taken my memory with it.
- Police Interview –
“…You once again blacked out. I’m not sure if this one’s ready for an interview.”
“Just give him a few more minutes. I’ve got a feeling he’ll come through.”
My head is now aching, legs feeling like falling off. My arms just won’t sit tight, body just wanting to shake more. After opening my eyes, two officers now staring right at me. It’s like in my own world there were two faceless strangers trying to pull me out of a burning building. Now, I’m seeing the real side to this. It’s like I was asleep for the entire interview.
“Ah, I can see that you might be a little afraid. It’s fine, it’s normal for someone like you. You’ve taken a whole lot out there.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I stare right into his eyes. Just a table in-between reaching his throat.
“Drinking. You were drinking while driving, that’s why you’re here now.”
“Not to mention the case with Susan. That girl didn’t deserve what she had gone through.”
“Get over yourself.” It’s like I can’t quite feel my own heart, it’s beating at a slower rate than normal.
“Answer the damn question.”
What question? There wasn’t a question.
“Don’t play games with us, kid. We know that you heard us first time, and you’re just trying to find some time to work with.”
“Just tell me what the question was.”
“You blacked out once, it’s normal.”
“What was the damn question?”
“Okay, fine. PC L will tell you. I’m not going to explain it to you.”
PC L looked right at me like I wasn’t even there. Looking right through me. “At what time did you start drinking?”
“I don’t know.”
“That’s not going to work. The whole ‘I don’t know’ routine fails in court. Are you really going to put aside honesty?”
“I don’t fucking know.”
I nodded, just as they looked at me bewildered by the fact I missed a question. Another one? How could I have missed another question? I’m sitting right in front of them.
“Forget it, this is hopeless. We’ll continue this interview tomorrow.”
“Interview suspended at 1:25 AM”
Susan, that name just doesn’t go away. Not to mention the fact that the name belongs to family. It’s part of who I am, she’s part of me. Connected by blood, we are blood related. Yet, I’m not seeing her anymore. She’s not even showing up on screen, it’s like her memories are fading like my memory. All of this could have been saved on a database; full control, I could shut it all down with the right code.
‘Think, think, thank back to it, Andrew.’
Susan wasn’t going to have her birthday party ruined. That’s the same day where shit went wrong. Nobody was there for her except me, I was there by her side. All the way through her bleeding to death, her illness is what really killed her. We all know that the truth is that she died to her sickness. Everyone knows that Susan wasn’t murdered. We know.
‘I-I picked up the party decorations.’
‘Then, we tried to put up the decorations for the family to see.’
‘Andrew, you went from downstairs to upstairs within a minute. There were many things out of place in that kitchen.’
“I didn’t do anything; I was there with Susan in the end.”
‘You WATCHED her die. You didn’t help her survive the bleeding, you made it worse.’
“I patched her up, I made sure that she wasn’t going to die on us. Holding down the pressure underneath, keeping her alive.”
‘You FAILED to save her.’
That same night Susan was screaming for her mother. She wouldn’t stop, it’s like the sickness was making her afraid of everything. She was in my care for those hours, it was my duty to make sure she’s safe. Not afraid of anything, but I wasn’t quick enough to make it all peaceful again. Susan started to shout louder, kicking the door trying to get out.
I couldn’t let her leave the room, she had locked herself in there. Her illness would just get worse if she was to see the surprise waiting downstairs. I planned her a party, nobody remembered her birthday except me. I just had to keep her upstairs for a few more hours. Just another hour or two to make sure everything is set up.
Then, she opened the door trying not to make any sound. I could hear the door opening, as it closed I went towards the first step with my eyes fixated on the top of the stairs. Her shadow, it was the dead giveaway; I could see her making her way towards the staircase. That’s when I heard a bang, and not long after that… Susan was screaming again, I lost her that night. Because when I woke up from whatever the hell happened to me. She was lying on the floor bleeding to death.
Tightly gripped in her left bloody hand was balloon string that had been cut off from the balloon. The balloon she had held was floating up against the ceiling, a bloody handprint around the back of it. Claw marks in the wall, and I don’t even remember what happened. Susan was dying, I stayed with her even when her eyes were no longer responsive. I actually missed out on her last breath, I awoke to her dead. No goodbyes, it was a moment to remember. I don’t remember what happened.