“Easier, perhaps, for you, Officer,
but I would much rather
have a bullet in me
then return to that god-awful
place. I don’t belong there.”He wouldn’t believe her. No one
did. They thought her nothing but
insane. A loon. Worse then the
town’s drunk. Had they stopped and
thought to evaluate her situation perhaps
they would better understand her need
to give out the information which
she had frequent nightmares about. The
hauntings that she could not escape.But all they were c o n c e r n e d about
was their own well being. Their
own precious lives. What would it
matter if her’s was ruined in
exchange for another? She had no
family, no friends.She had nothing.
She was nothing.
She meant nothing.
“I’m not a threat to
anyone, Officer. I’m not a
threat— In fact, I’m the
greatest ally to, well, everyone
right now and they’ve locked
me in a mental hospital.”How u n f a i r .
Rick wasn’t going to shoot her, no
matter what she said or how much
she attempted to fight him. If worse
came to worse, he would pin her down
and slap handcuffs on her. He wasn’t
going to shoot her, not today.
“Come on. You come quietly and
I won’t put the handcuffs on ya.”
He knew how much she hated them,
how she fought them. Maybe if she
didn’t fight back, he wouldn’t bother
putting them on her. It was a risk, but
he knew she wasn’t the type of person
to hurt someone, that she wouldn’t
dare lay her hands on the public or him.
Rick took a few steps forward.
“Hey, I’m not saying it’s fair.
I gotta do my job, and my job
is taking you back. So, lets
make it easier for the both of
us.”

"Do you honestly believe that not cuffing me is a great enough incentive to return to that god-awful place?” She’d never...
Rick wasn’t going to shoot her, no matter what she said or how much she attempted to fight him. If worse came to worse,...