• His shirt was stained with vomit and he still smelled like beer.
    Charlei McClency was in big trouble.
    He had a splitting headache that is forcing his eyes shut.
    He was seating in a completely white room, that wasn't helping the headache.
    He had his head on the, white, table and was falling asleep when the, white, door flew open.
    SLAM
    The door nob made a whole in the wall and vibrated. An officer, officer Buckley,walked to the white table and threw a folder open on it. Charlei looked up to see a picture of his best friend.
    "You know this guy?" Asked Buckley.
    "Ye-yeah, his my friend." Charlei's voice was shaky and he had a funny taste in his mouth.
    "where you with him last night?" Buckley dragged a, white chair across the, white floor and sat facing Charlei with eager eyes.
    "Yeah, we went to a party together, whats wrong did something happen to him?" Charlei did his best not to look like aworried mother but he was his best friend after all.
    "We are not sure, we haven't identified the body but we do believe it is your friends body." Buckley looked sorry, but not as sorry as Charlei him self.
    TO BE CONTINUED...