bjr !!
That day was unforgettable. It was the first time that I had stepped into a police station. I remember being tired, so sad, and in shock, my family looked upon me. All they could see was a bruised face, tears splattered everywhere across my face. People looked at me, eyes wide open as I stood in shock. My siblings had came up to me, asking me what had happened, but I hadn't been able to answer them. It was like I couldn't hear anyone, I did not know where I was, I did not know what I was feeling. I felt emotionless at the time, which, when I look back on it now, it is an emotion I cannot bring myself to explain. The police officers had come up to me, beginning to bombard me with questions, all of them seemingly so calm yet so fierce. I had innocently looked up, not knowing what to say. Surprisingly, the police officers had smiled in empathy, before bringing me to another room. Dark, without my family, and without anyone to talk to, to cry to. It hadn't been an easy day. No, it had been one of the hardest days in my life, not knowing where I would be, not knowing what I would do. But, now that I look back on it, that day would have been so much harder, if I had known. If I had known, that I would be walking into a police station, so many more times.
250 mots !
