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Personal Narrative: The Interrogation Room

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The interrogation room was silent, and cold. I guess all those cops with their long pants and long sleeved shirt must get hot if it’s not cold. I was wearing jeans and a jacket and I felt as if I was freezing to death. The door opened to the room, Officer Smith walked in. God, I hate that last name, too generic. “Alright Jim, now I need you to cooperate here.” “What?” I asked, I had no idea why I was here, honestly. Officer slammed his hand on the table. “Don’t you playin’ dumb with me! I know this, oldest trick in the book.” He then grabbed his hand, slamming it on the table hurt, I could tell by his face expression. I sat in the cold room in my cold chair with an uninterested look on my face. “Your ex, Sharon, she was found on …show more content…

You took me here in your wretched cop car.” “Walk back.” He said and opened the door. Walking back to sparrow would take a good three hours. I was not looking forward to this. I walked for about two hours and nobody picked me up. I was scary looking, dark circles under my eyes, long face, I never bothered to fix it after the break up and all. I finally got back to sparrow. The walked down the cracked roads and saw the stop lights and the city limit. Sparrow was really small. About four stoplights,one neighborhood with sad houses, two gas stations and one Abandoned Holiday Inn. For now, after Sharon kicked me out, I live in the abandoned Holiday Inn. I don’t enjoy it. I walked up to my room ate some fritos and went to bed. I saw one thing before I fell asleep. The clock reading 5:25 p.m. During my sleep or if it even was my sleep I saw a man in the mirror, he wore a hoodie and a plastic gas mask. He looked like me. I could not tell if this was a dream or real. He lifted up his dagger and pointed at me. Am I the killer? I woke up to see Rapuls face. He was the man who owned the gas station. “He always called me his “best customer.” “I'm so sorry, I heard the news. Your mom. I'm sorry.” “What? My mom?” I was so

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