Princess of Death

Prologue

The black and white fur rug was stained with visible streaks and drops of blood but it eerily blended into the rug like it was part of the design, like it belonged there. I looked down at my hands that were soaked in blood.

“Can I go wash my hands?” My voice comes out hoarse and void of any emotion. I meet the gaze of the policeman who is sitting right opposite me and staring at me, he’s been staring at me like that for some minutes now not asking any questions. I don’t know what he was waiting for me to say and I was tired of sitting at a place, I was getting uncomfortable.

“You can go when we’re done”. I tear my eyes away from his and look out the window as the ambulance disappears from sight, the siren fading. My vision begins to blur but I blink it away.

Tap

Tap

Tap

I look down at where the noise is coming from, the officers’ left leg. He’s tapping his leg slowly on the rug, the rug underneath his feet creating a soft rhythm with his shoe, making me want to rip his leg out from his body because I crave silence and hearing the relaxing sound is ironically making me a little antsy but that would be a little violent and would grace him with part of the reaction he’s hoping for.

“Is there anything you want to say Andrea?” He keeps his eyes on me like he’s looking to read my reaction as he talks but I just stare at him blankly, ignoring his scrutiny.

“No”.