Three
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Interrogation 5:46pm
"So, you're telling me you went to the cemetery to put a curse on your fiancé and Ms. Norburn but an invisible voice told you not to?" Detective Rollins scratched his head with the pen. He had removed his jacket and stopped writing in the midst of Nevaeh's confession in disbelief.
"It's called a guide. You might call it a guardian angel." Nevaeh was tired. She didn't even care that the detective was poking fun at her story. It was the truth. Rollins dropped his pen and sat straight in his chair. He stared off in a daze like he was trying to figure everything out in his head. Nevaeh admired his sharp facial features, a lot like she did Gregory's. Rollins reminded her of Greg. They both had the same deep bluish green eyes.
"Okay...So you went back to the apartment?"
Nevaeh nodded.
"And you found your fiancé dead on the floor?"
"Why aren't you questioning Trisha?!" Nevaeh snapped. Her aggression started to come out. "She was the last person to see him!"
Rollins put his hands up to calm her. "We are. She claims she left after you ran out and saw you going back in after she called a cab."
"That's bullshit!" She jumped to her feet, her hands pulling at the cuffs. "She's lying! Let me see her!"
"You know we can't do that." Rollins got to his feet as well. "One of you were the last to see him alive. If she was the one who killed him, we will get her to confess. Just stay put." Rollins reached into his back pocket and pulled a photograph out. He set it in front of Nevaeh. "I thought you would want that."
He left her in the quiet concrete room with the picture she was going to use to curse Greg. She held back the sobs and fell back into her seat, picking up the picture that was covered in her fiancé's blood. She must have dropped it when she found his body in her hysterics. She stared at the picture, remembering his beautiful eyes that she will never see again. She hated the fact that Trisha was the last one to stare into them before he died. She was the last person he held. Why couldn't it have been Trisha? She's nothing. She was trash and no one would miss her.
Nevaeh dropped the picture and closed her eyes. "Come on! Help me!" She whispered to herself. "Help me out of this! Please!" There was no answer to her pleas. Did she expect there to be one? Her guides never did answer her right away. It was always on a spiritual level, mostly when she meditated. But how could she get her mind and energy right under all this emotional turmoil?
Happy memories.
Think happy memories. Like Peter Pan. That was her favorite movie. That's how she always cleared her mind before meditating.
Think like Peter Pan...
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