The interrogation room is not as dark as movies have it and the mirrors are easy to spot as a two-way mirror as I sit there waiting for the detective to arrive to try to get me to say anything. The rage inside me is boiling and it only wants to be released into the world or rather on the one that is responsible for her being there. The worst part is not knowing how she is doing, Lila could be... no, I'm not going to think that. She's alive, and she's well, she has to be, and she has to live through this.

Her safety is all that I care about and that night I could not bear to see her like that, it nearly broke me apart and it was worse than any pain that I have felt on my body. I have been beaten to the brink of death and yet this makes me feel even more dead than that time. They think that I did this to her when the real culprit is out there and waiting for his next move to strike. But he won't succeed. Now when I have anything to say about so when they get me out of here, I will be by her side.

Day and night. I won't even sleep to keep her safe. She means the world to me and I can't have myself falling asleep on the job. She is all that I need and all that I am. The door opens, breaking me out of my thoughts. I look up from the table that I had been looking down at and staring at the same spot of the scratches metal table for hours. My body did not move a muscle. They will not see me break down, and they will not be the ones that will break me down.

Only she can do that and if she wanted she could break my heart in so many pieces and even after that I would still love her and do everything for her but I see the good in her, she would never do that. "Judging by your expression, you've found nothing to prove that I did it" I say to him with a smirk. They have been trying to pin this on me, but they're starting to come empty-handed. Finding some substances in my home or in my gym, I don't live alone and I don't use the gym alone.

I can see the anger in his eyes when he sits down. His partner, a sweet girl who just started this job is not here, I would have to guess that she is watching this right now. She does remind me of Lila, but not as innocent. No one can be as innocent as the girl who has taken my heart and keeps it safe where no one can touch it. "You have been following her, for who knows how many times. You have been spotted multiple times watching her in her lunch breaks. Witnesses can ID you" He begins.

He's starting to crack. This case is something that means to him, for a reason that I don't know yet. "Well, Detective Jones. It is not breaking the law standing outside in the fresh air. In my profession, I find the air to be something that I depend on. I'm sure you can understand that the smell of blood is not the best and sometimes it can be too much. It just so happens that when I have a lunch break, she does too. The clock is after all noon" I say and smirk at him.

The longer that I have to be here the more I start to worry about her, I need to see her and begin without her is making me go insane. I've not seen her face for so long, and yet I can see her perfect angelic features in my mind so clearly. I wish I could be there for her and help her heal and make sure that she gets all the help that she needs but also to be there for her when see needs someone, making sure that she is never alone and lost.

Detective Jones stands up and slams his hands into the table, his chair falling behind him. "You tried to kill her, your sick twisted mind wanted to kill her so you put your plan into action. Since your poison wasn't working fast enough you inserted yourself into her life in order to strike at her!" He yells at me and I just chuckle and continue to smirk. "I did not invade her life. It was actually her best friend, Mark I think it is that introduced us at his house. You can ask him all you want" I tell him.

In only short two hours they have to let me go as they can't hold me without solid evidence against me, I've already had to spend some time in a cell but soon I will be free. I count down the seconds until that happens and nothing will make me feel better than being by her side again where my ballet dancer will never leave. She will stay there and never will she leave. She is mine. He sighs. Mark has already confirmed this, that I do know. They have nothing on me and neither would they since I did not hurt her.

I would rather throw myself into fire and suffer the most painful death of all time in order to spare her from the firey flames that wish only to taint her. An angel such as herself should never be near those flames and I will sacrifice my life to make sure she still has hers. I smirk as he walks out, angrily might I add. I go back to staring at the table and thinking of her, knowing that soon we will be together and soon everything will be all right, as soon as I find and kill the one responsible for all of this.