Condescending idiots. Patronizing scum.
They whispered their nonsense between themselves while jotting down their mindless dribble on their notepads.
Words like “denial” and “delusional” had a tendency of cropping up.
Their stares were hard.

“Tell us more about what you think you saw”

I didn’t like how they said it – as if the truth was so ludicrous that I was making it all up in my head.

“HE KILLED HER” I raged, an offensive saltiness slowly drenched my lips.

“She’s distressed”

I saw my sister die. I watched as they buried her.

Distress? They didn’t know the meaning of the word.