A strange feeling of hate mixed up with beater taste of tiredness and loneliness that`s everything I felt. The next thing I remember – she falling down, then horrible pain in my head, my hands in blood, knife from her kitchen in my hands. “Oh my God. How could it happen? Is she dead? Oh God, she is dead! How dare she says that? Who she thinks she is? What to do? Where to go? I need to high somewhere”.
Investigator: And you just left her there?
Melisa: Yes. I thought she was already dead. I was scared and thinking only about where to high. Everything I was thinking about was how to save myself from shame. If my parents will know!
Investigator: And where did you go then?
Melisa: I went to my friend Sara Merin. She lives on another side of the city with her boyfriend.
Investigator: She is from your class?
Melisa: Yes.
Investigator: Do her parents know that she leaves with the boy?
Lawyer: Is it related with the case?
Melisa: They don`t care. Her Dad died when she was 10, and her Mother is an alcoholic, she often gave her a blow so Sara could not stand that anymore.
Investigator: You said your hands were in blood. We found blood balances on your clothes. You were going like that through all the city to your friend`s house?
Melisa: I was not thinking. I wanted to go far away from my grandma's flat. When I took the bus and started to search for my card in the bag I remembered that my hands are in blood, so I somehow cleaned them with some paper and that`s all. My clothes were dirty but people in our city doesn`t really care about anyone but themselves.
Investigator: When did you started to take drugs?
Melisa: Three years ago, when I was 14. All from my company took them. We all felt very special due to that. Like we are better than others and that`s why nobody understands us. But we have some secrets which united us. I don`t think I became dependent from druges. Sometimes I really need to get rid of stress, so I took them. I know that I have not really good reputation. Teachers usually told my parents that I am rude and envois, that I`m dressed like whore and so on.
Investigator: Where did you usually get drugs?
Melisa: My friend knew one guy. He sells drugs. But I never met him.
You never met him during 2 years?
Melisa: No, I didn`t. Hey, I didn`t want to kill her, she always supported me but.... When she said that she knows and that she`ll tell my parents I got mad! I was never! Never! Never responsible for my actions… and I think this time I was not ready to become. But how could I kill her… I still don`t understand…
Investigator: Ok. That is all I wanted to hear. Officer!
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