Whispers

Drayden is an aspiring detective. Usually, just going to the crime scenes is enough, but the bloodlust drags him in further. You know that voice in your head that tells you not to do something? Well, his encourages it.

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1. Too Nice

He fumbled with his fingers, sitting quietly on the hard, wooden chair. He looked around at the encouraging posters that said things like: Seek help. You're not alone. His eyes wandered to the children's magazines on the table then looked up at the blank expression on his mother's face. The wooden door next to the check in desk swung open,

"Drayden." 

His mother's expression remained unchanged as she clutched her purse and walked in front of her son. He paused at the door frame, the lady's expression was too nice. 

"Can I get you some water?"

He gave a simple head shake in response and followed her into another wooden door, which closed by itself after the mother entered. 

"Drayden, I'm Kate, and you are?" She flashed a bright, white smile at the mother, again too nice.

"Andrea." Though her name was Deandria.

The two shook gentle hands, then the attention was brought back to him. 

"Drayden, what do you like to do for fun? Do you play any sports?" 

"Sometimes I play cops."

"Oh. Do you play with classmates or neighbors?"

"No."

There was an awkward silence as the clock ticked. 

She asked him about movies and television shows that he'd seen, mostly cartoons. The clock ticked on and on and eventually he went quiet and didn't speak anymore. So Kate and Deandria talked about his grades and friends, he didn't have many. 

On the car ride home, Deandria looked in the rearview mirror at Drayden.

"Did you like Kate?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"She's too nice."

"What's wrong with being nice?"

"She's too nice."

The rest of the ride was silent.

 

 

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