Note: Before I start, this is my first story in English. I am basically French. I apologize in advance for any mistakes.
Full of blood, she looks at the void of the dark room. Opposite her was a dark-skinned, strict brown with a bun. She wore a gray fitted jacket and a black skirt as bland as the room. She was typing long sentences on her Apple computer as dark as her skirt.
-Your name ?
-Carla. Carla Garneur.
-Your profession ?
-I am a student but I also work at Niva, the cosmetics company, on a temporary contract.
-Why Carla ? Why did you hurt all those people ?
-Because they deserved it.
-Why did they deserve it ?
-Because we are animals in a too comfortable dream.
The tall blonde straightened up and put her fists under her chin. She stared at the policewoman with an unhealthy gleam in her eyes and a shiver of disgust ran down her body. This look, she knew it too well. But with such a strong intensity... It was rare. Was it the situation that was terrifying? Or the disenchanted soul reflected in Carla's eyes ?
Merci pour la lecture!
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