Not the Same

Questioning

[A/N: I apologize for not posting last week. I had to get a new laptop and my new one didn't have Microsoft Word. I tried using other things for writing, but they all felt weird to use. I have two more weeks until I'm doing with my sophomore year at college. So, I'll try and update this as regularly as I can. As for, I See You, I will continue that after this semester is down for me. I hope you all are still enjoying what I've wrote so far.]

Kian's POV

     I left the apartment and called a taxi to drive me to the police station. The drive over there was rather loud due to the driver yelling angrily into his phone to someone, who I think was his wife. Also, his radio's volume was turned almost all the way up playing some rap song I couldn't distinguish. Finally, he got off his phone, but kept his scowl from the argument. After a few minutes, we arrived in front of the police station. I exit the taxi and hand him his money. I turn around, hearing the driver speed off behind. I look up to see the police station towering over me. I felt rather small looking up at it.

     I walk inside and see police officers walking around, talking, taking calls, and other things. I felt overwhelmed watching them all moving about. Not sure where to go I walked to a woman at her desk with a phone to her ear, talking to someone while she was typing on her computer. She looks up at me for a second and holds up her hand, sticking up her index finger to tell me one minute. After talking for a couple minutes, she hangs up the phone and finishes typing something. She turns to me and asks, "Can I help you?"

     "Um, my name is Kian Lawley," I say. "I was called in to answer some questions."

     "Ah, right this way," the woman says.

     The woman leads me down a long hall. I look into each room we passed and saw officers typing up reports and talking to people. However, when I passed one of the doors, through the window, I saw Cam in one of the rooms. He looks over at me and our eyes meet. All I saw in them was deadness and hatred. Why does he hate me? I'm trying to help him. Was I wrong? Have I made a mistake?

       The woman leads me into an empty room with only a table and two chairs on each side of the table. "Wait here and someone will be in to talk to you," the woman says and walks out of room, closing the door behind her.

            After she closed the door, the sounds from outside the room instantly silenced. I was now left with the unnerving silence of this room. The walls were pure white with nothing unique on them. The metallic chair was ice cold to my skin while I sat in it and the table was no better. So, I kept my hands in my lap. I look up to see a camera that was focused right down on me. It made me think of the way Cam looked at me just a minute ago. Just a cold, unflinching, and uncaring stare. The more I looked at it, the bigger it became and smaller I became.

            Suddenly, the door to the room swings open causing me to jump in my seat. I look over to see a tall, muscular man with short brown hair and green eyes. He appeared to have a tan and a necklace with some jewel attached to it. His facial expression was pleasant, but his presence was very powerful. He walks into the room and closes the door behind him. Afterwards, he sits down across from me and places a notepad and pen on the table.

            "Hello," the man says. "I am Officer Star. You called in about someone being physically abused?"