Thread: This Damn City < [ Rekoj/AngelicDream ] >

Claire was grateful for the warmth that the car brought, quickly shuffling her body inside the car, snuggling into the warm leather. She let the warmth surround her, and looked outside at the passing buildings, at the night sky as he drove her. She had already forgotten his name. Switching her attention between the flashing lights on the car clock that read the time, and between the scenery outside, she was about to fall asleep in the car. She was so comfortable, now that heat was filling in the car, that she barely acknowledged that he had given her his coat. She didn't think that police officers gave out their coat to normal victims, so she had wondered why he was treating her so differently. She didn't consider herself in the victim, she didn't get shot, the bullet hadn't even scraped her skin. She didn't know why she was getting special treatment, she felt like she didn't deserve it. The people that died, they deserved it more than she did. Thank you, she said, taking his jacket, that's all that she could say after what had happened. Her dark locks lay limp against her pale skin, snuggling into the warmth of his jacket, and the car, and breathed in his scent, that covered his jacket. How are you holding up? I'm okay. Her voice was shaky, breaking as they came out of her mouth. She could hear it, clear as day, knowing he probably did too. She was sleepy, and by the time, he parked outside of the police station, she had already fallen fast asleep in the backseat, her body was thin, slender and pale, but in sleep, she was calm. Her face looked like she was at peace, her dark lashes covering her face, and it seemed as he stopped, that she didn't realize in sleep that he had stopped, she hadn't noticed that they had arrived. He would have a few options, he could wake her up, or he could carry her inside the police station. She wasn't much help anyway, her body craved sleep, and she wouldn't be able to testify or give much of a statement when she would just fall asleep in the station. Her parents wouldn't know, if she got back to reality, to the life she had been living before this tragedy stroked, she lived alone, so it wasn't like they were expecting her to come home at a certain time. It was late, why did he drive her here? She just wanted to go home, she felt so dirty and tainted. She desperately needed a hot shower, and to be alone. She wasn't going to be any help in her condition. She found it odd that the rest of the cars that had been there at the scene weren't following them back to the station. She heard the ignition turn off, and that he come around. Knowing that she should wake up, she let her have a few more moments of rest before reluctantly, rubbing her eyes open to see him, yawned tiredly. Without a word, she looked at him, as he opened her door, the passenger door, and shrugged off his jacket. Thank you., she said again, in a tired voice. She wasn't sure what else to say. She wanted to go home. She didn't know what he wanted with her still. She was grateful she got out of the scene of the crime, but now, she needed to take a taxi to go home. She wouldn't be able to walk, not even if her apartment was in walking distance. She was in no mood to battle the winds in the short dress she was wearing, and in no mood to hope that no pedophiles would be walking the streets looking for a hot, young thing to play with.