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The judge is still talking, but I don’t know what about. I get up and walk out because I just can’t be here anymore. By the time I get to my car, I am hyperventilating. I can’t breathe. What the fuck do I do now? This is real now. This isn’t just a fucking interview; he fucking killed people. Several people. Why? Because he was experimenting with people’s lives and their fear.
I drive to my apartment in a full panic. When I get inside, I go straight to the bathroom. I grab my razor and look at my wrist, but I can’t do it.
No more cuts
No more damage.
I want to.
Fuck, I want to do it so badly.
But I can’t.
I need to feel something.
Anything.
I’m supposed to have an interview with Gabriel today, but he’s being released. What should I do?
I can’t fall apart.
I won’t.
I need to just get my shit together and focus.
I need to go see Professor Green first. I can go to his office and confide in him. I don’t know if I’ll tell him everything, but enough to know he is dangerous.
Instead of cutting, I toss the razor into the sink and walk out. Gathering my bag again, I leave my apartment and go back to my car.
I keep the music off as I drive. Usually it’s blaring, but I need to think. Plan. I have to do something because he shouldn’t be free.
When I get to campus, I park and go inside the building that holds Professor Green’s room and office. As I am walking through, there is a weird amount of chatter. Everyone seems to be on edge. Maybe I’m just projecting.
When I step into the room, Professor Green is straightening desks. “Nora,” he says.
“The charges were dropped,” I say with a tone far more panicked than I expected. “They dropped the charges, Professor. They… he’s going to be released.”
“Hey. Relax,” he says. “Come sit. You’re okay.”
I follow him into his office, and he has me sit on his black leather couch.
“Why are you panicking?”
“He… there was a riot while I was there yesterday,” I say.
“I was about to ask about that. Were you in the room with him?”
“Yeah,” I say tearfully. I force myself to stop and take a deep breath. “Yes. When the power went out, it cut video and audio to the room.”
“Ah. I see,” he says. “How was that interaction?”
“He…” I start to say, but stop when the door opens, and none other than Gabriel Ashcroft walks in.
“Hey, man!” Professor Green says with a smile. He doesn’t even seem shocked.
“Hey, Vincent. Nora,” Gabriel says with a smirk.
“It’s good to see you, man,” Professor Green says. “What were you saying, Nora?”
