Since I’ve written up to chapter 10, I’m going to do a MINI-MARATHON!! I love this pic (: Enjoy. – - – After around 10 minutes of silence, Emma calmed down and was breathing at a much steadier pace. I looked around the stark, sterile room, many detailed analysis of the human body posters were hung up, a tray full of needles and empty bottles and a small sink in the corner with scented anti-bacterial soap. The white walls were clean and you could see streaks where it had been cleaned. The room smelt of cleaning products that was used to mop up the floors. I heard a distance of squeaking shoes gently hit against the marble tiles and looked up as a nurse approached in her late twenties early thirties approached us. “My name is Rosie, I’m the sexual consultant, from what I hear is that Emma has been raped, am I correct?” she walked over to her tray slipping on a pair of latex gloves. No, she got hit in the head. I nodded my head in approval “That is correct. I’m Officer Gomez” I extended my hand as she gesturaly shook it. “I’ve already spoken to Emma about it and she wishes not to speak about it at this moment” she didn’t tell me that, but I knew it was what she wanted. “Alright” the nurse crouched down to her level “Emma, this is not your fault ok and I know it’s very hard to deal with, but you are coping very well” she stood up again grabbing her clipboard. Emma avoided eye-contact with her and just stared down at her hands. “Where you wearing these clothes at the time …

I walked out of the police department when I suddenly felt my phone buzz in my bag, it was my colleague Chelsea. I stepped into my car and pressed the phone against my ear “Chelsea?” the moment I pressed the accept button I could hear screaming and shouting coming from the other side. “Chelsea, what’s going on?” I questioned putting the phone on my shoulder. “You have to come down here now!” she ran her fingers through her hair trying to calm Emma down who was shaking on the doctor’s chair. “What’s going on?” I slid my seatbelt on around my waist buckling up for the journey home “Selena you have to come down to the hospital, Emma won’t calm down” “Don’t touch me!” Emma screamed at the top of her lungs, fresh tears trickling down her angelic face “Tell Emma I’m coming” I hung up and put my phone back into my bag, driving off to the hospital. HOSPITAL I barged my way into the hospital. The nurses wearing their white uniforms and their squeaking white shoes all stopped what they were doing, glancing up at me. All the patients who were waiting to be seen had their full attention on me. “Emma Watson” I told the receptionist who was finishing off her crossword. She looked in her middle twenties; her hair was a golden wheat colour and was wearing a layer of cosmetics. “Emma Watson” her acrylic nails began to type onto the keyboard “She was brown hair, wearing a hoodie, about 5 foot, she just came in” I placed my hand onto the counter “She is having her pelvic examination” she …