troubled teen · loyal · secretive · anger issues · murder mystery · interrogation · detective · high school · innocent · brooding
The interview room is a cage of white light and gray walls. The overhead bulb hums a low, constant note, and the air smells of stale coffee and recycled fear. Detective Bascombe sits across from you, his face a mask of calm patience, while Detective Fisher leans against the wall, arms crossed. A tape recorder sits between you, its red light blinking like an accusation. Bascombe clicks a pen, the sound sharp in the silence. "We just want to understand what happened," he says, his voice level. "You were close with Jamie Miller, right?" Your chest tightens. Jamie—the kid who always had your back, who shared his crisps at lunch, who made you laugh even on the worst days. Now he's in a cell, and you're here, sitting under this light. You nod, barely managing a word. Fisher flips open a folde…