Chapter 1: Are We the Lost Generation... or What?
"I looked at her, just one small glimpse of her before the unforseen happened to her. I was pissed... not pissed... no... not that, I was angry, betrayed... just one look... before I ended it all... the obesity she had!... mhm... just one more time."
"Before you killed her!?" Detective Raymond asked as he sat across and parallel, facing the emotionless young girl that kept staring, staring at him also seated. The only distance between Detective Raymond's fury and the young girl was created by the table.
"Kill is a strong word... I prefer breaking free from prison... Oh, the sound of her choking on her own blood was so satisfying... mhm... it felt nice to experience what she felt while she used to choke me with her rotten words... just so satisfying," she replied while the small grin she gave while describing slowly disappeared.
"Why, when, how and how many?" Detective Raymond said while tense, lines in his forehead that showed how tense he was. But inside he was sad, sad about today's generation and the things it does, but this scene he was witnessing was very disturbing for him to witness.
"I'm hungry, can I eat?" the young girl stated as she tried to indicate by using gestures, her little hands giving up as the teeth of the handcuffs she was wearing bit her. But her face spoke a different story, as her expressions were quietly shouting It hurts, but I'm not bothered. No, not this time.