I walked aimlessly through the hall trying to cope with everything that I had remembered. The interrogation was brutal and completely uncalled for. I had no problem telling them everything they wanted to know, but the way they went about questioning me made me feel worthless like a bug they wanted to get rid of. In all my life I had never felt so small and disgusting as I had in that one hour I was talking to them and I hated it. But the worst part was my memories that I didn’t even know I had.
There hasn't been a day that's gone by that I haven't thought about the day my parents were murdered. Sure, I might have forgotten a few things but, I didn’t think they were that important, because as far as I knew, my parents were the best people in the world. The thought of anyone trying to kill
