Philosophy of the Dark -Chapter 20, Authors Note: Fun Fact #1. This chapter was origionally titled A single long tone and upon writing the chapter, the name was changed and the chapter actually called a single long tone has been pushed back! (cooh eh?)
Chapter 20
-Weirdest things
The next morning Jamie woke up in an unfamiliar room. Florescent lights
blared into the small concrete cell, it was temporary, the kind they kept at
police stations for people before they are given a permanent space.
Jamie was curled up on a crunchy plastic mattress covered in disposable
sheets, her notebook rested safely in her arms. She didn't move for a long
time, as images and feeling from the previous evening flooded back to
her, squeezing tears from her eyes. She hugged the book closer to her.
A bell rang at the same time a door opened and closed. Soft voices
murmured in the other room, to quiet for Jamie to hear. Another door
opened this one to the cells, Jamie sat up, the plastic crinkling below her as
the footsteps got closer to her door.
There was a jingling of keys at her door, and finally it opened. A man
dressed in an all black police officer uniform opened the door, he was the
same man who had been there the previous night.
“Jamie,” he said softly, she looked up at him, “There are people here to
see you.”
He led her down a hall to yet another room, it was small and white. An
officer stood in one corner, two people sat at a brushed metal table with
matching chairs.
The man followed Jamie in the room, on one wall there was a mirror, Jamie
knew enough to realize that there would be people on the other side of that
mirror watching in, that the meeting was being recorded.
One of the people at the table Jamie recognized as her temporary lawyer,
the one she had while her mom was looking for one, the other surprisingly
enough was Tammy.
Jamie sat at the remaining chair, tugging it close to the table.
“Good morning Jamie,” Tammy said.
Jamie caught her gaze with a glare as if to say, “Do you even know what
happened?”
Instead she nodded, digging her nails into her palm to keep her
composure.
The other person had Jamie's file in front of him, he fiddled with the edges
nervously.
“Jamie, you know Tammy right? She's here because she has a special
interest in your case.” Everybody spoke slowly, as if afraid they wouldn't be
understood.
“I'm not an idiot,” Jamie said, “and my hearings just fine thanks, feel free
to talk to me normally.”
“My apologies,” the man said.
“Anyways Jamie,” Tammy said, jumping in boldly, “I'm here asking if you
would allow my services as your lawyer.”
“You're a lawyer?” Jamie asked.
“Yes,” Tammy nodded, “and I know your story better than anyone else. I
know your situation.”
“I know you know,” Jamie said.
“I've already talked to your mom, I just need your consent before I can
start.”
“And my signature,” Jamie said.
Tammy smiled, her bright white teeth contrasting against her still tanned
skin, “and your signature,” she repeated, taking a sheet of paper out of a
folder and sliding it across the table.
Jamie caught it, and glanced over it once, and signed it without a second
thought before sliding it back to Tammy.
“Mr. Reynolds, I believe you're done here,” Jamie said without taking her
eyes away from Tammy.
One of the officers escorted the man out of the room, leaving Tammy and
Jamie, and of coarse another officer.
“Jamie, I'm going to need your complete cooperation and honesty, okay?”
“I know,” Jamie said.
“Good, now, first things first. You plead self-defense right?”
“Right,” Jamie agreed with a nod.
“Okay, because I've talked to Mr. Reynolds, and as long as you plead self-
defense you'll be allowed to go home until court.”
“And whens that?” Jamie asked.
“May, one month.” Tammy said.
Jamie nodded, “So I can go home?”
“As soon as your mom gets here.”
“I have one more question,” Jamie said, lowering her head to her lap.
“Yes?”
“How is he?”
Tammy sighed, “He's...alive,” she answered.
The officers took Jamie back to her cell to get her book, a few minutes
later her mom arrived, and after a short talk with Tammy and some of the
officers they went home.
The drive was silent and awkward, neither of them knowing the right words.
When they got to the house Jamie went up to her room, avoiding the dark
stain where he had landed.
Everything seemed too normal, as if nothing had changed. The darkness
was still comforting, the dust still waited for it's landing, the lamp still set to
a low glow. It was the weirdest thing, feeling like she should be hiding,
waiting for the heavy footfalls, waiting for the next blow. Not only was she
waiting for it, she was eager for it. For something to be normal again, for
her to feel like she was really home, like nothing had ever happened.
The only problem was, there were no steps, no words lashing at her soul,
no hand lashing everything else. And everything had happened.
POD 21- (Name cannot be said because of spoilers) COMING SOON! 
