Ok, so here is my first fictionpress… hope you like it.

I’ll read your story if you have one, just tell me!

Yeah… ok… whatever… I was going to say something but I forget… so one with the story!

P.S. The question mark isn't working in the summary

These people are depressed. I thought to myself, glancing across the room. That is where the mirror was, and kill me if it wasn’t two-way. Bad wording, En. Next to it was a plain white door with a worn down knob, the fake gold paint peeling. There was no window so I had no idea what time it was, but my guess was around sunset.

Having nothing else to do I let my mind wonder. I wasn’t one of those people that could just tune out.

I wonder if this was really the place I should be, not in some abandoned building crying over his lifeless body. Then the door burst open. A slightly over weight but clean shaven man stepped in, looking harassed.

“You’re late.” I said, wanting to get on his nerves.

It worked. The vein in his neck pulsed as he glared at me.

“There wasn’t a set time, Miss.” He said with a strained politeness in his voice. I noticed a slight British accent.

“It’s not nice to keep someone waiting for… a long time.” My ending was lame because I had never bothered with a watch.

He glanced at his watch. “You’ve been here two hours, give or take.” Then he got defensive and added, “And there was a lot of traffic and the station had to call me from home.”

“You have a wife?” I asked, trying to make some conversation.

He smiled and nodded.

“Children?” I inquired.

“I don’t think that’s what we are here for.” He muttered.

I narrowed my eyes. “Right, I forgot. Treat the criminal like scum and don’t answer personal questions or they’ll hunt you down, steal your money, and murder you.” I crossed my arms. I wasn’t angry for the reason that I had said, I just hated when people changed subjects.

“No.”

“No?”

“I don’t have children.”

Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?

I smiled at him, giving him permission to get down to business.

“Why are you here?”

My smile evaporated. I leaned close. “Ever killed a person, Officer?”

He looked down at his hands. “Once” He mumbled.

Being the unemotional person I am, I smiled wickedly. “How?”

“Taser accident.”

“Well, you understand then. You know how it feels, to take away a persons thoughts, feelings, hopes, dreams. To rip them from the people that held them dear. To show them first hand how our existence is a privilege.” I paused and looked up at his pained face, “Now you can’t judge me.”

“Why are you here?” He whispered.

Avoiding his question, I asked, “What time is it, exactly.”

“6:04”

Four hours. It hit me hard, my stomach felt empty and I got a lump in my throat. Four hours. It repeated in my head until I finally whispered it aloud, to make sure it was true.

“Excuse me?” He asked, missing what I had said.

I looked up at him with tear-filled eyes.

“Four hours.” I choked out. He awkwardly patted my back. I wiped my eyes and closed them for a second before pulling my self together. I looked up at the Officer’s brown eyes.

“You want to know why I’m here?” He nodded. “I’ll tell you my story. But I have two… ah, conditions. More like questions. I will start and then when I feel like it I will ask the first question, and then a little later I will ask the next one. Deal?”

“Deal.”

Taking a deep breath, I looked up at Officer Fisk.

“My name is Enya Diann Fox. I was born March 27 to Diann May Nilsson and Jonathon Parker Fox…”

I’ve been obsessing over this story—rewriting it in my mind, etc. Well, hope ya like it!

I’m not asking u anything big but a review would be nice. It gets depressing when you just write a story and think no one is reading it. I know from experience -.-

P.S. sorry if you don’t have a user name and want to review. I don’t know how to make it like that, so an e-mail would be nice! Just click my name at the top and my e-mail address should be there!

Nicsi