"I didn't kill my sister!" I screamed with a loud bang on the table in front of me.
"Then who did?" The woman's eyes beneath her glasses spelled disbelief.
I smiled with shaky lips, "It was May. She killed everyone."
The woman still didn't believe me, I'd been there for hours counting, trying to make them believe I didn't kill my sister or any of my family.
"What about him?" she slid a picture to me, my eyes were fully watered seeing my brother's huge smile in the photo. I shook my head to her, still saying the same thing.
"I didn't kill my brother." I began crying in a whisper.
Now, she seemed desperate, bringing her elbows to the table, pushing herself closer to lean in, with her eyes perfectly fixed on me, still beneath her glasses. "Who did it?"
"It was May!" I screamed again, "May killed them all! I would never hurt my family."
"You said May was your sister too." She responded.
"Yes, yes she is." I nodded quickly thinking she had started to believe me, "But then she got jealous of everyone and she decided to kill them."
She sits back more relaxed on her chair, "Why...