"I-I did not murder Tate officer!.." I yelled as he took my arm and put it behind my back.
His arms gripped onto my arms, while he handcuffed my hands. He closed my front door and brought me to the police car. He wrote down my personal information such as my full name, birth date and my family information. I sat into the back cop car and thought about my decisions. It was easy to put blame on an outsider; I had no family to say I didn't do this to Tate. I mean why would I? He had been my best friend for years and years growing up. I sat in the back of the cop car looking out at the river and all of the trees in the yard, the trees looked like a dark shadow flying over, like the sky's darkness of the night was caving in on me. The trees looked like hands, ready to grab me for my sins. As the officer drove off towards town I started to think back to when Tate and I were younger and when we played in the woods together.
"Tate! Tate, wait!" I yelled while running after him.
"Gotta catch me Cathrine!" screamed Tate.
I tripped over a small rabbit trap and scraped my cheek. I wiped my face and all that came off was a palm filled with blood.
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