Monday, January 23, 2012
Speak_;; 2
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Speak_;; 2 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - December 10, 2009 The police station let me go after 3 days of questioning. I said nothing. Not a single word to the two gentlemen. Detective Lautner was aggitated. But on the other hand, Detective Jonas was very calm and considerate of what I might have been going through at that moment. I spent 9 agonizing hours full of questions and pure silence with those men. All I gave was a simple nod when they asked me if I was parched. Or I wanted a snack. After I was gone with questioning, I would go home, go straight to my room, lock my door, and sit in complete peace, comtemplating what to do. Thinking over my choices in my head. In the end, I found nothing. I wasn't going to speak about what happened. I wasn't going to relive the pain. I wanted to be left alone. I wanted for the pain to end. I pulled on the mahogony double doors walking into the place I like to call "hell hole". Instantly hearing whispers and chatters of insults among friends, staring at me with ammused eyes. People looked at me and laughed coldly, regardless of what I had gone through. "Hey, there's the freak!" A random guy insulted me from across the hall, throwing paper balls at me. He and his "group" laughed humorlessly at me. As tears brimmed my brown, mocha orbs, I rushed into the bathroom, trying to block out the insults full of hate. I ran into a stall and buried my face in my hands crying. People hated me. They hated me for ...
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Speak_;; 2 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - December 10, 2009 The police station let me go after 3 days of questioning. I said nothing. Not a single word to the two gentlemen. Detective Lautner was aggitated. But on the other hand, Detective Jonas was very calm and considerate of what I might have been going through at that moment. I spent 9 agonizing hours full of questions and pure silence with those men. All I gave was a simple nod when they asked me if I was parched. Or I wanted a snack. After I was gone with questioning, I would go home, go straight to my room, lock my door, and sit in complete peace, comtemplating what to do. Thinking over my choices in my head. In the end, I found nothing. I wasn't going to speak about what happened. I wasn't going to relive the pain. I wanted to be left alone. I wanted for the pain to end. I pulled on the mahogony double doors walking into the place I like to call "hell hole". Instantly hearing whispers and chatters of insults among friends, staring at me with ammused eyes. People looked at me and laughed coldly, regardless of what I had gone through. "Hey, there's the freak!" A random guy insulted me from across the hall, throwing paper balls at me. He and his "group" laughed humorlessly at me. As tears brimmed my brown, mocha orbs, I rushed into the bathroom, trying to block out the insults full of hate. I ran into a stall and buried my face in my hands crying. People hated me. They hated me for ...
Tags: xtwistedfantasy, comment?, Speak_;;, new, story, part, :)
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