Boreal waited for it to end, perhaps it would go. . . Quickly. . . . Yet it never did, the questions, she hated it, All the memories she tried to grasp but just couldn’t. She put on a smile of misery, gosh, she was a mess She couldn’t even remember the things she NEEDED to! She had gone through this before!! And she only knew a couple others who had been… As well. The guards started to take her to that room, that small, Dark, Horrible room. Her eyes could barely see. The door shut behind her and she stepped towards the chair… Others had been here. She wondered about the cats who had come and gone From this room, like she. Yet never from this plague, In her mind she laughed, this cruel, crazy world. That THEY needed to live in. Then finally the talk started… “Do you know why you were arrested?” A voice said from somewhere in the dark, THE WARDEN… Was what she thought the voice was, from previous Interrogations. . . “ … I wish I could tell you, but…” She hesitated, “ I just can’t remember what I did! I always wondered, wouldn’t you know? I got arrested, and brought here! Did no one tell you a thing?” She asked, slight curiosity and coldness in her voice. There was a pause. I snapped my mouth shut, fear making my words seem gentler… “ Do you regret what you did?” The voice said finally, seeming to be an edge of skepticism. Boreal didn’t dare question it. . . “ Whatever I did, I did it because I wanted answers…I couldn’t have done something horrible, I believe in myself…So, no…” She answered, her ears pinning back. “ Did you do the right thing?” The voice once more asked, a slight growl coming from the voice. Keeping on a plane face…was Hard. “ I believe I must have, I had a somewhat…good mind. I wanted answers, like you do now! The fire, I can remember it. But after, it’s nothing.” Her whiskers twitched, “ No one can deny the want of answers. . .” She whispered, biting back saying ‘and the want of getting out of here’ … “ Who did you hurt?” The voice seemed to be closer now, and it had a edge in it that Eal didn’t quite know… That question, it hurt. . . It was something she Wished to know, and wished again and again That the answer was no, but everything else in her Told her yes… “ I don’t know.” She said with a plane echo, “ I just hope the answers no…” She admitted. “ Do you believe you are GUILTY or INNOCENT?” The voice came, and it made her freeze… What a question. . . Bori had to think about it…a lot, “I think I’m in-between, In my eyes I’m innocent- I think what I did was right. But in your eyes it could be the complete opposite…” She said finally, choosing her words wisely. “ How do you think your family feels…?” The voice asked… That struck her heart. “I…don’t have a family anymore, I don’t know any cousins or uncle…or anything like that. In the fire my family was took from me.” She said, her words a quiet murmur. “ Do you think you have friends or enemies in here?” The voice seemed to be curious as it asked the question. Friends….ha….no, only A enemy so far… Tango, yes, that rat. “ Mm no friends, but one enemy, may I say I view no one as anything to me…” She said coldly, her tail swaying lightly… Then the guards came back, and she was in the Western cell once more… What a life… THE END OF INTERROGATION . . .
