“I only have one question, it’s really the only question that needs to be asks, the easiest question for you to answer.Why?”
“Why what?” She asks.
“Just, why?” He repeats
“And that’s supposed to be fucking easy?”
“It’s the simplest question in the world, I don’t know why you’re having so much trouble with it. Just tell me why, and it will be all over,” he says, looking back up at her, his pen’s point digs into the paper under his hands weight.
“I don’t understand what you want to know, can’t you just ask me?”
He sighs, and leans back, placing the pen and notepad onto the table, and clasps his hands together, “Sarah, it’s a simple question, I don’t want to waste any more time on this than I have already. I know you killed the four boys from your school, I know you stabbed Jessica Mullner, and I know, you set fire to Sally Briggs house. What I want to know, what everyone wants to know, is why?”
“See, it’s not fun when the shoes on the other foot, is it?”
“What are you talking about?”
“The shoe, you know, you asked me why, but it made no real sense, so I asked for more clarification, and you gave it, then I asked how, and you asked how what, because you don’t understand what I mean.”
He leans back onto the table, staring across at her, “You think you’re quite the comedian, don’t you?”
“No, I think, right now, I’m just pointing out the obvious faults in you’re ability to question someone for information.”
He stares at her for some time, before finally smiling and picking up the notepad and pen again, “Okay, Sarah, tell me, why did you kill those boys?”
“The boys from you’re god damn school!”
“I’m sorry, you’re going to need to be a little more specific, a lot of boys go to my school.”