The police showed up within minutes where I was pulled away from Shane, I kept begging for them to call an ambulance to come and help him, but with each look of sorrow on their faces, I knew they could see it was too late, Shane was gone. I’m led outside of the apartment which was soon cornered off and swooning with so many police cars, Kevin was the thing holding me up as I walked down those same metal steps, it was as though my body wanted to drop at any moment. Off to the side of the carpark stood a patch of green grass, once I was safely away from the tarmac, I sit in my place and allowed myself to sob into my hands, which were still stained with Shane’s blood when I went to help him. I remained in that spot for what left like a lifetime, the cries of what I had saw slowly slipping away as I sat with a dull expression on my face. It was as though I had cried all of my feelings away, I was numb in a sense as I watched the entire world go around in a blur-like sense. The police ha

~20 hours earlier~ Shane leaves his apartment with a smile on his face, he had recently ordered another cake for Coraline and him to eat when they took their break as like they had done yesterday. He hoped she would open up to him a little more today, he could see how much she wanted to tell him what has been happening with her, but something kept holding her back. Perhaps now she has calmed down a little, it’ll be easier for him to work out what she’s truly holding close to her chest. He knew she’d told him her mood was due to her just getting back to work and her injury still hurting, but he didn’t know why, he didn’t believe her. He had known Coraline for many years now and considered her one of his best friends, he knew how she acted when certain things would happen and to him, something wasn’t adding up. That feeling only grew when he saw who was picking her up, he didn’t know his name or what Coraline and him really were, but he didn’t like it or trust him. The day that man c

After showering in Vito’s very expensive looking shower, I walk out and begin to shift through the piles of clothes he had picked up for me. A plain white t shirt and blue jeans standing out as an easy option, he had even remembered to pack me some underwear, with a sigh, I slip them all on for the day. Whilst I was alone with my thoughts, I did start to feel bad for the way in which I had spoken to him. I know he is just trying to help me navigate my way through this situation, but something about his lawyer just doesn’t add up for me. Owen seems like such a kind person, he could see how much Shane’s death affected me yesterday when he saw me, I don’t feel as though he’ll be sat there attempting to interrogate me. Once I was ready and looked somewhat presentable, I truly didn’t know if I had it in me to do much with my hair or face, I leave the bathroom to enter the now empty bedroom. I couldn’t help but sigh at the sight, I left Vito here after digging into him for no reason. I wa

Before long, I was being led up a huge staircase into the very old looking factory building, my hand interlocked with Vito’s as we reach a set of locked double doors. With a wink, he reaches past me and types in some secret code into a little black keypad on the wall, a clicking noise erupting from the doors in front. “Such high-tech security.” I say sarcastically looking to Vito, who shook his head with a smile of his own opening up the door for me to walk in first. I laugh as I walk into something I was not expecting, as like I had said, the building on the outside looked to be far behind disrepair, many broken windows littered the place, some of the bricks seeming to be chipping away and even the roof looked as though it was going to cave in. But when you walk through those doors, it’s as though you’ve walked into a different place. The walls were a black colour with white trimming, a huge bay window at the front of the room showing the beautiful scene of the city. Around 5 desk

Theodore soon came and collected me from Vito’s house an hour before the meeting, he explained he wanted to go over some key points before we step foot in that place. So, sitting in another of his expensive looking cars a street away from the police station, he began to go over the rules which he had for his clients before they walk in. He explained how most of the time, people would assume the officer asking the questions would be leading the interview, but according to him, that’s what a dumb lawyer will allow. He said he will be the individual leading the conversation, Owen may ask a question but if Theordore feels as though it can be twisted or is not relevant, he will either tell me not to answer or allow Owen to rephrase it. Talking of allowing me to answer, I was told that I cannot say a word unless Theordore tells me it’s okay, he’s aware of how these individuals can twist what you say, something he will not allow. It seemed as though Theodore was very strict with what he ex