Ignorance is Bliss...
Just an idea I had been playing with for a while. Please comment and let me know which way you think I should go with it.
"No! Let me out," the boy screamed as he slammed his fists against the metal door.
"Confess," a man on the other side said.
"But I didn't do it! I don't even know who she is!" "You're lying, boy. And until you talk, you'll stay in here." And with that, the man walked away.
"No! No! Let me out! I didn't do anything." He screamed and banged until his fists felt wet with what he was sure was blood. But he couldn't tell. It was so dark and cold in the room. It must have been windowless because absolutely no light penetrated the darkness. He wouldn't be able to see his hand if he waved it in front of his face.
Finally giving up on yelling, he turned and rested his back against the cold door and slid slowly to the concrete floor, sobbing.
The pictures they showed him made him sick every time he thought about them. The first one was of a pretty yellow-haired girl that was smiling happily.
"Do you know who this is?"
The boy shook his head. The man holding the picture apparently didn't like the response and became angry. He shoved two more pictures in his face.
Red.
Everything was red. He could barely tell that it was a person. Everything was torn and bleeding. The ground and area surrounding her was a scene that Hollywood would be proud of.
All of it was too much for the boy to stomach and the little they gave him to eat was now on the floor.
"Recognize her now?"
"Is that her?" The boy pointed to the picture of the happy girl.
"Yes, Alison Milano. Age: Nineteen. You should know that Liam. You killed her."
The boy blinked a few times.
Who's Liam? They think I killed her?
He looked at the pictures again and after a few minutes, sickening realization made him want to puke again.
"Remember something now?"
"You-you-I... I didn't do this!"
The man merely looked bored now. "Take him away officer," he said to the man behind him. The boy was too consumed in his thoughts to notice them until they grabbed his arms.
Where are they taking me? Why do they think I did this?
"No! I didn't do this!"
But the man just watched him scream and struggle as the dragged him to this dark, cold confinement with the same bored expression.
The boy was so scared. Crying seemed to be the only thing he could do.
Am I Liam? What is my name? And why do those people believe I killed that girl? I didn't!
Did I?
"Confess," a man on the other side said.
"But I didn't do it! I don't even know who she is!" "You're lying, boy. And until you talk, you'll stay in here." And with that, the man walked away.
"No! No! Let me out! I didn't do anything." He screamed and banged until his fists felt wet with what he was sure was blood. But he couldn't tell. It was so dark and cold in the room. It must have been windowless because absolutely no light penetrated the darkness. He wouldn't be able to see his hand if he waved it in front of his face.
Finally giving up on yelling, he turned and rested his back against the cold door and slid slowly to the concrete floor, sobbing.
The pictures they showed him made him sick every time he thought about them. The first one was of a pretty yellow-haired girl that was smiling happily.
"Do you know who this is?"
The boy shook his head. The man holding the picture apparently didn't like the response and became angry. He shoved two more pictures in his face.
Red.
Everything was red. He could barely tell that it was a person. Everything was torn and bleeding. The ground and area surrounding her was a scene that Hollywood would be proud of.
All of it was too much for the boy to stomach and the little they gave him to eat was now on the floor.
"Recognize her now?"
"Is that her?" The boy pointed to the picture of the happy girl.
"Yes, Alison Milano. Age: Nineteen. You should know that Liam. You killed her."
The boy blinked a few times.
Who's Liam? They think I killed her?
He looked at the pictures again and after a few minutes, sickening realization made him want to puke again.
"Remember something now?"
"You-you-I... I didn't do this!"
The man merely looked bored now. "Take him away officer," he said to the man behind him. The boy was too consumed in his thoughts to notice them until they grabbed his arms.
Where are they taking me? Why do they think I did this?
"No! I didn't do this!"
But the man just watched him scream and struggle as the dragged him to this dark, cold confinement with the same bored expression.
The boy was so scared. Crying seemed to be the only thing he could do.
Am I Liam? What is my name? And why do those people believe I killed that girl? I didn't!
Did I?
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