Riley
It had been about thirty minutes since the police came, and I stared off into the distance as I sat on the back of an ambulance, a single medic taking care of the wounds on my arms; the ones that developed by Claire's nails.
The police had already gotten my statement, and when they found out that I was very quiet and not completely honest as to my past, they called my mother before they asked me what happened.
Violet got off work two hours early when she heard what happened, but was now frantically speaking to an officer, but I couldn't hear anything that was happening; couldn't feel the pain of the medic rubbing alcohol in my wounds.
It hurt... It hurt.
I wanted to cry, and I wanted to scream.
This wouldn't stop, would it? Was I cursed?
"The operator told us that she heard you say 'not again,'" the police said about twenty minutes ago, "has this happened before?"
I was silent.
"Riley, I need to know what happened. Has this happened to Claire before?"
"No," Violet cut in, "not to Claire. Can I talk to you in private?"
They walked off, but I could still hear them speak.
"It's happened to her father," Violet told the officer, "her father was murdered by a mugger, and her other best friend, Bella Swines, was murdered about a year ago."
"Oh, Jesus," one of the officers said. "That's a lot to handle."
Violet looked to me. "Yes, it is."
"There," the medic said, "you should be fine now. Do you need anything?"
I was silent.
"Okay..." he sounded slightly defeated, "if you need anything, I'll be around the corner."
And I was left alone.
Claire was already on her way to the hospital, and I distantly remembered holding her hand while they rolled her to the ambulance on a stretcher; there was an oxygen mask covering her mouth, and Claire's cheeks were drenched in tears.
I stared off into the distance, entire body going numb.
It hurt... It hurt so much.
Make it stop. I want it to stop.
Make it stop, please. I can't handle this anymore.
"Riley," Violet said, making me slowly move my eyes up to her, "she's there. Let's go. I'll drive you."
I blinked slowly.
Violet kneeled before me. "It's alright, Honey. They're done with the statements for now. Let's go take care of your friend, okay?"
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