A_M_Giovanni
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WARNING - CONTAINS VIOLENCE, SEX, AND SUICIDE. ---"Miss Andino." I hated that he called me that. Stop, I thought. I have a name, use it, use it goddamnit. "Miss Andino, we understand how difficult this is for you. We understand that seeing something like this is very traumatising and we don't want to push you." I cracked my eyes open a little, and looked up to the detective's face. He looked sad. Piteous. Yes, pity her, pity the poor mentally unstable girl who's ended up at the police station and she doesn't know why. "Miss Andino, we need you to work with us. The only reason you're here is to find Mr Lee's killer.""The only reason I'm here is because you want to know if it's me."He was silent for a moment. I looked up at him, fully this time, and watched his face. After many ticks from the menacingly loud clock had passed, he nodded and said, "Yeah. Yes."I looked back down at my shoes, wondering if vomit stuck to canvas like blood does. ---It was my second party. Ever. As if the first one had gone well. But I think this one had to take the cake. At the last one Cooper Lee didn't die. And I wasn't found over his corpse, my fingers sticky with his blood. I wasn't witnessed running from the scene, and I wasn't found in my Dad's old, abandoned house, unconscious, covered in my own sick. I wasn't taken to the police station afterwards without anyone asking if the liver failure was permanent. Yeah. I think this one takes the cake.…
