Part 2...

‘Elizabeth! Beth! Can you hear me? Please answer!’ I hear a kind girl' s voice coming from far away. I feel like I am in a trans of some sort. I can’t explain it. The feelings are dark, sad, cold. After a while I start coming back. I see light, I hear everything much, much clearer. I open my eyes to see the entire class staring at me with worried eyes. ‘I’m not dead, no need to worry. You ain’t getting rid of me yet!’ I get back on my feet just to see the screen turned off. I ask. No. I don't ask. I demand to turn it back on. 'I won't faint again, trust me. Just...turn it back on.' Then I see them. The pictures. I feel like I am there, somehow. I see flashbacks. All of them. I turn to my left only to see a pile of papers thrown onto the desk at the last row. The entire row is covered with papers from the police, the files, the protocols, the map - everything. 'Why is my file there? It's supposed to be kept private. This is not my idea of private.' As I say it three police man come through the door. 'Mam, calm down.'one of them says. 'You...you were the detective on my case. You had the access to these files. This. Is not. Private!' I start to yell. Sarah, the girl who I heard earlier, comes up to me with much more worried look. 'They are here to help.' I take a moment to calm myself down, but it is so hard. I trusted the police. I have to know. I whisper something into two detectives ears, take a hand of the third and ask to come outside with me. 'Did you tell them?' 'Did I tell what?' 'About what I told you happened. About the abduction, the torture...did you?' 'No, of course not. It was in the files. In there.' he points to the classroom we just went out of.' 'I figured as much. That's why I whispered to your coleagues to not let anyone near my case without my presence.' 'Why do you think they are going to listen to you?' 'You know why. They are all in fault.' He looks at me with worried eyes, nods and falls into a thinking state. I can see him wanting to say something, to defend them, but he knows he can't. There would be no one to defend. He turns away from me and heads to the classroom. 'The girls abuse results.' 'What about them?' he says whilst his look is on the door. 'They are the same. The 'N', the burns, the cuts, the red markings. The same pattern.' as I say this I don't let him speak. I put my index finger in front of his mouth. Not letting him speak this. He made me promise few months ago. He has to keep it. As we walk into the classroom again, I see everyone in their places. Everyone is sitting the same as they should be if we were studying. I don't understand. The case files are missing, the pictures are switched to nature views, the teacher isn't noticing me. I see a man. Two. Three. Four men sitting in our class. Each men is in a different row. They are holding guns to 4 kids heads. I turn to see Clark, but the detective isn't there. All of a sudden I see him on the screen. Murdered. I look at my classmates only to feel a gun pointed to my head. BUM. Everything turned black.