I push open the door to the police station, stepping into a dimly lit space that feels oppressive. My heart pounds against my ribcage, the shock still coursing through my veins like ice.
It's been two days…..
Two days of silence
Two days of grief eating me from the inside
I force myself to move forward, my legs tremble beneath me. The front desk looms ahead, where a stern-faced officer regards me with disinterest and a cold gaze as if I'm here to waste his time
I slam my hands on the front desk, the sound echoing through the station "I want to report a hit-and-run."
The officer barely glances at me. He's older, balding, with a pot belly that strains against his uniform. "Take a number and wait."
A bitter laugh escapes me.
What a fucking joke.
"I don't need a number," I snap. My voice quivers but I do not care "My sister was killed. Right in front of me. I saw the car. I know who fucking owns it"
That gets his attention. With agonizing slowness, he leans forward, The smell of cheap cologne and cigarettes clings to him. One brow lifts slightly, his lips curling at the edges like he finds me amusing.
I want to kill him
"Young woman, is that so?"
I swallow hard, burning with anger and rage, my heartbeat slamming against my ribs. I glare at the stupid officer, my hands curling into fists.
"It was a black SUV. GOV-123AD," I spit, holding his gaze, voice sharp as a blade. "It belonged to the Governor. He was right there, sitting behind the godamn goddamn wheel!" My breath shudders, but I push forward, the rage drowning out everything else. "He was at our school that same day! He shook her hand! He smiled at her while handing her the best graduating student award!" My voice cracks, raw and furious.
"And then he hits her with his car and left her bleeding in the street like a fucking pest!"
His expression shifts just for a moment, a flicker of recognition, a hint of something he's trying to hide but just as quickly, it vanishes, replaced by a blank, unreadable and passive stare.
And In that moment, it dawns on me.
They already know
They've known all along.
I don't WANT to kill him.
I WILL kill him.
The thought settles in my bones, cold and unshakable.
I take a step.
Then Another step.
I turn and run
My chest tight with something sharp and suffocating, pressing against my ribs.
The air is thick and heavy as if the world itself knows the weight of my grief.
I keep running
Not toward home. Not toward anywhere
Just away
The streets blur past me, the dry pavement stretching endlessly ahead
My breathing is shallow, my fists clenched so tightly that my nails dig into my palms. yet, I feel numb I don't feel anything except the hollow ache spreading through me
Then, the first drop.
Cold. Light. Caressing my skin.
And then another.
And another.
The heaven cracks open, releasing a downpour so abrupt, so violent, it feels like the heavens themselves are mourning with me.
They can feel my pain
The anguish. My misery. My grief
Rain pours heavily against the pavement, drenching me in seconds. My hair clings to my face, my clothes clinging to my shivering body but I keep walking.
She loved the rain
Loved.
Can't believe I'm talking about her in past tense
She said it made her feel alive
A bitter laugh escapes me
Now she's anything but.
I gaze up at the sky rain pouring heavily
my throat let out a savage scream, a raw, guttural sound ripped from the deepest part of me. It echoes through the empty road, consumed by the storm.
And then
Everything goes black.
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When I open my eyes the first thing I see is the white ceiling,the scent of antiseptic assaulting my senses, and the soft beep of a monitor
I'm in a hospital.
my body feel so heavy and weak
I try sitting up, but a sharp pain shoots through my skull. A voice stops me before I can move.
"Easy miss maya"I turn my head to the right, my movements sluggish, and find a doctor standing beside me. His expression is kind, but there's something else beneath it is pity.
My throat is dry when I speak. "How did I get here?" My voice is barely above a whisper.
The last thing I remember is the rain. Screaming until my lungs burned. Until the world tilted and faded to black.
"You fainted on the road," he says. "Someone found you and brought you here. He's outside. Should I let him in?"
I turn away, indifferent
"I don't care"
The doctor hesitates for a moment, as if waiting for me to change my mind, then he nods and heads toward the door. I hear the faint creak as it opens, the hushed murmur of exchanged words. footsteps echo through the room, Steady. Unhurried.
I don't look up.
The air in the room shifts something heavy, something dark.
Then I lift my gaze.
The man standing before me is tall, dressed in a crisp black suit that clings to him like a second skin. He doesn't look like he belongs here. He looks sharp, too composed, like the world outside doesn't touch him. But his eyes, they burn. Dark, and knowing.
I shudder
"You brought me here?" My voice is hoarse, but there's an edge to it. A warning.
He tilts his head slightly, studying me with a calculating gaze "Yes."
Silence stretches between us, thick and suffocating.
"Why?" I demand.
He takes a deliberate slow step forward, his presence swallowing the space between us. "Because I know who you are, Maya." His voice is quiet, but it cuts through the air like a blade.
My breath catches. My fingers curl into the thin hospital sheets.
"And I know what happened to your sister."
A cold, sharp chill runs down my spine.
His gaze never wavers. "You want revenge, don't you?"
The words settle over me like a shroud. He isn't asking. He already knows the answer.
He just want to hear me say it
I swallow hard. My voice is steady when I finally speak.
"Yes."
A slow, knowing smile tugs at his lips.
"Good," he says. "Then let's begin."