Just want to slap someone?

(WORK IN PROGRESS)

I didn't recognize the horrifying person who was in front of me, just staring without any emotions , or at least she didn't show any emotion. All people had emotions, I knew that much. I bent forward to examine that person, yeah I knew it! I was right, she had emotions. I saw the proof, puffy red eyes which darted all over the place. Trying not to think. She was just hiding from her mind, that's all.
I laughed at my reflection and left the boring white cherry smelling bathroom. The smell made me want to throw up. Who would have thought that the police stations bathroom would smell like fake cherries? Sticky sweet chemically made cherries.
I took Dylan's wallet from my bag and pushed my nose against its old ruffled leather. The vomiting feeling started to go away. Dylan must have had that wallet since he was a teenager. It had always been empty though, at least for the past couple of years.
"Honey", Kathy said touching my shoulder lightly. I hated when she touched me and even worse when she insisted on those fake hugs. It made me want to slap her. But I never did of course. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate her, I just cant stand that old bitch. But I needed her all the same right now.
"Honey, are you ok? The police officer wants to talk to you now." Was I ok? I hadn't figured that one out yet. I guess I was. Why wouldn't I be? I didn't like police though. They made me nervous. I don't know why I was nervous, as far as they know I hadn't broken a single little pathetic law in my life.
"Mrs. Crick have a seat please" The guy didn't even look up, well, screw you Mr. almighty, its not like I want to be here either.
"Mrs. Crick, I am sorry about this unfortunate situation. Be sure to know that we will do everything we can to.." His words just slipped through my head, I don't care, anyways, it was his fault when you think about it. Everybody knew it but my mind was the only one brave enough to say it.
"Mrs. Crick? Did you here me?" Mr. almighty woke me from my thoughts.
"Oh, no, sorry sir." I said trying to be as respectful as possible, and that's kind of hard when you don't really care, but that's how my parents raised me.
"Ok, just listen. All we want to know is if you have any other information to give us? Its very important that you think hard, any details can help. You know that we have a good idea who did this, we just need... details." Mr. almighty finally looked up. I saw that he was tired, he probably had a perfect family that he wanted to come home to. A perfect dinner waiting on the table and later a perfect blow job from his perfect wife.
"Remember when we came to your apartment a couple of months ago? The offer still stands you know. We can give you some money for the information, maybe that will help you remember." He had a hopeful tone in his voice. Anger was building inside of me, I was thinking about his perfect wife giving him perfect oral pleasure.
"Sir", I said sweetly," I know both you and me need all the help we can get right now. But do you really think that I would withhold any information. My husband was murdered. You have to believe me I would do anything to get whoever did this in jail". Yes I had emotions, I was sure about that now. A deep hollow sadness was building up inside my hart and behind my eyes, no tears though. I haven't cried yet, which surprises me. I mean, I usually cry if I see a stray dog on a TV show. But now that my husband is dead... nothing.
Mr. almighty handed me his card and let me leave. I'm glad that it was over, as I said, police made me nervous. He seemed more relived than me though.
Kathy was standing, leaning against the Pepsi machine outside the office. She had been crying, nearly constantly since she got the news of her sons death. I think she wishes she had a chance to raise him differently, maybe this wouldn't have happened. Which I think is probably true.

That night I couldn't sleep, it is probably because Kathy insisted on me staying with her. I didn't argue about that, I don't think I could deal with sleeping alone in Dylan's and my apartment. It could have also been because of the funeral. It had been my first funeral, I had no idea how I was supposed to act. His sister was making a scene as always. She loved to be in the center of attention and took every opportunity to do so. I had just felt lost, surrounded by strangers who had looks of pity in their eyes that nearly caused me to have a panic attic. But that didn't happen, thank God. Those people never helped me and Dylan before and I didn't want their help now.
I needed to take a walk now, it was freezing outside though so that wouldn't help me to sleep . After a couple of hours staring at the wall I decided that a walk would maybe be a good idea.....

(WORK IN PROGRESS!!)