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where were you on the night of christopher wilder's disappearance?
"you want me to tell you something that happened ten years ago? i can barely remember what i ate yesterday for breakfast. i can't even function on my own anymore. i'm still living with my fucking dad because of that night." which was true, she just numbed herself into thinking that she would never had to go through this again and yet, here she was. "what would happen to me if my answers aren't the same as before? are you going to assume it was me because my answers changed? because i left things out? all i can tell you is that i was drunk like any normal teenager and something tragic happened to a friend of mine."
when was the last time you saw christopher?
"funny enough, i didn't see him much that night. i just remember him talking to me about his brother and then going off being chris. we had made plans to go to brunch the next day because he didn't think a party was the best place to have that kind of talk."
what was your relationship with christopher?
"besides being one of my best friend's brother? we didn't really have one," well, no exactly true. dion knew that whatever they had it was forming into him being like a brother to her too. someone who warned her about who she should be careful with.
     noah  enters  the  interrogation  room  and  settles  into  the  hard  chair  .   the  sterile  environment  ,  the  investigatorâs  stare  ,  the  annoying  buzz  of  the  lights  above  â  it  all  makes  her  uneasy  .   she  feels  as  though  they  are  about  to  dissect  her  ,  to  take  her  apart  piece  by  piece  .   but  thatâs  the  price  you  pay  for  being  involved  in  a  teenagerâs  disappearance  ,  isnât  it  ?   a  decade  may  have  passed  since  that  night  ,  but  the  past  has  a  way  of  catching  up  .   no  matter  how  much  noah  insists  she  had  nothing  to  do  with  it    (  the  dare  box  ,  christopher  wilder  )     the  truth  is  ,  itâs  eating  her  away  â  this  weight  pressing  down  on  her  shoulders  ,  this  constant  reminder  that  she  can't  outrun  her  past  .
     the  investigatorâs  voice  finally  slices  through  the  silence      (  WHERE  WERE  YOU  ON  THE  NIGHT  OF  CHRISTOPHER  WILDERâS  DISAPPEARANCE  ?  )      itâs  a  simple  question  ,  really  .   and  noahâs  always  had  a  solid  alibi  :   stella  .   the  only  issue  ?   noahâs  memory  of  that  night  has  a  few  blanks  .   not  a  full  blackout  â  she  remembers  shots  ,  trying  to  outdrink  stella  ,  laughing  ,  dancing  ,  beer  pong  ,  flip  cup  .   but  ⊠  at  some  point  ,  everything  gets  a  little  fuzzy  .   was  she  with  stella  the  whole  night  ?   was  drinking  all  she  really  did  ?   did  she  go  to  the  lake  to  watch  chrisâ  dare  ?   each  missing  detail  feels  like  a  potential  downfall  .   another  downfall  .   a  threat  to  her  career  she  canât  afford  .   so  noah  sticks  to  what  she  knows  ,  scoffing  defensively  before  answering  ,   â  with  stella  .   we  were  celebrating  the  end  of  the  year  ,  and  naturally  there  was  a  party  .   so  ,  yeah  ,  lots  of  drinking  ,  a  little  dancing  ,  some  drinking  games  ...   honestly  ,  itâs  all  a  bit  hazy  .   it  happened  a  decade  ago  .   we  were  teenagers  .   but  i  was  with  her  ⊠  the  whole  time  .  â
     the  investigatorâs  pen  scratches  across  the  notepad  in  silent  judgment  ,  the  sound  like  nails  on  a  chalkboard  to  noah  ,  grating  on  her  nerves  .   she  feels  hyper - aware  â  of  herself  ,  of  the  musty  smell  of  the  room  ,  of  the  buzzing  fluorescent  lights  ,  even  of  the  investigatorâs  eyes  on  her      (  WHEN  WAS  THE  LAST  TIME  YOU  SAW  CHRISTOPHER  ?  )      and  noah  sighs  ,  her  mind  rifling  through  fragmented  recollections  .   â  fuck  ,  i  donât  know  .   earlier  that  day  ?   i  dropped  by  to  see  kai  ,  his  brother  â  my  ex  ,  one  of  my  best  friends  ,  and  christopher  answered  the  door  .   we  didnât  really  talk  ,  though  .   i  wasnât  there  for  him  .   after  that  ,  i  went  on  to  the  party  and  i  donât  think  i  saw  him  again  .  â
     the  investigator  leans  forward  ,  gaze  sharp  and  unwavering  ,  locked  onto  noahâs  face      (  WHAT  WAS  YOUR  RELATIONSHIP  WITH  CHRISTOPHER  ?  )      and  with  a  defiant  tilt  of  her  chin  ,  she  lets  out  a  derisive  snort  .   â  nonexistent  ,  â   says  ,  lips  curling  into  a  sardonic  smile  that  does  little  to  hide  the  disdain  she  held  for  christopher  wilder  .   â  we  werenât  friends  .   we  didnât  talk  .   ran  different  circles  ,  had  different  interests  .   you  know  those  people  you  see  around  sometimes  ,  maybe  theyâll  nod  as  you  walk  by  ,  try  to  flash  a  smile  ,  hoping  for  some  kind  of  reaction  ?   but  you  donât  even  register  their  presence  ?   that  was  christopher  to  me  .   he  was  just  ⊠  forgettable  .   background  noise  .  â   offers  a  dismissive  shrug  .   â  sure  ,  i  knew  of  him  .   knew  his  family  ,  sat  across  from  him  at  a  couple  dinners  .   he  was  kaiâs  brother  ,  and  thatâs  the  most  interesting  thing  i  can  say  about  him  .  â
      flashes  of  defiance  tempt  the  investigator  to  push  further  ,  but  for  now  ,  the  interview  is  over  .   with  that  ,  pen  is  set  down  ,  a  strained  â thank  you â  escapes  their  lips  ,  and  a  handshake  later  ,  she  is  free  to  go  .
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there was something about history that vivian loved . she loved that history kept people alive long after their deaths , and she loved the people who fondly shared their history even more . the history that the police called her into the station to share . . . now that was something she was not fond of . vivian loved history , but she forgot that no matter how fascinating the stories are , it will always be riddled with pain and suffering as well . vivian almost felt like a deposed queen as she walked down the halls of the police station and she couldn't help but wonder if the feeling she felt at the bottom of her stomach was anything like walking to the guillotine . vivian felt seventeen again once she sat down in that room , the prolonged silence eating away at the frays of her nerves with every second that passed .
thankfully , a detective entered the room moments before vivian faltered beneath the pressure of her memories . this was going to be difficult , picking at a wound that refused to heal , but she figured it was for the best . it was the very least she could do to help find chris after everything that happened . after everything she held in . once brief pleasantries were exchanged , the detective smiled , though it didn't quite reach the wrinkled edges of his eyes . it was the kind of smile that told her he just wanted to get to the bottom of things . he flipped open his notebook and looked at her , his impossibly large frame leaning on the table . " now that i have read you your rights . . . would you like to continue ? " vivian nodded , much to the pleasure of the detective who clicked on his pen . " miss costello , where were you on the night of christopher wilder's disappearance ? " vivian slowly ingested the question , played with it word for word , before she could taste the answer on her tongue . she had heard this question before , and for a moment , she was back in 2014 , staring at the detective with the same somber look she had back then . " that night , i snuck out of my house when my parents were asleep to go to a party . i believe it was hosted by dante and elise . i wasn't supposed to be there . . . but chris was so convincing about all the fun i would have , that i decided i would just . . . go . it was around nine thirty when i arrived . i spent time the whole night hanging out with my friends . we played a few games , talked about school . . . you know , typical teenage stuff . "
her dark eyes focused on the detective as he wrote her answer on the notepad , the low hum of the air conditioner drowning out the soft pop of her fingers as she forcibly bent them from the subtle stress that ate away at her body . once he finished writing , the detective looked up at vivian , and opened his mouth to continue . " when was the last time you saw christopher ? " the question felt like a knife to her guilty consciousness and all vivian could do was take the pain in silence . when was the last time she saw chris ? really saw him ? she remembers the conversation they had before he left his house , she remembered the way his laughter brought life to the party , and she remembers the splashing of the water when he lunged into the lake , never to resurface again . what was appropriate to share when all she wanted to do was help ? vivian wasn't so sure about anything anymore . . . " a group of us gathered at the lake after the party . " she began , small hands squeezing together underneath the table as though to remind herself you're going to be okay . "i last saw chris there . he hung out with me around the bonfire for a little bit . he was telling the most ridiculous scary stories . . . but everyone ate them up . " at the time , vivian only laughed at the absurdity of his stories . . . unknowing of the fact that the scariest of them all would unfold not even an hour later . she shook her head at the memory , fondness painting a small smile that fought to make its appearance . how could she not smile at the way he tried to use the flickering flames as a means to dramatize every word he spun ? that was chris , so undeniably warm , so undeniably himself . " he eventually left to hang out with his other friends . . . so that was the last time i saw him . at the lake , near the bonfire . i didn't see much of him following that interaction but that was normal . chris was . . . really popular , after all . " except that wasn't the entire truth , now was it ? she remembered much more . . . much , much more , but that was a thread she couldn't pull at without a heavy price to pay .
vivian felt a knot as thick as rope form around her throat as she thought about chris , and no matter how much she swallowed the little saliva she could produce , it was nowhere near enough to make the feelings go away . the detective slowly nodded as he slowly tapped his fingers on the metal of the table and all vivian could focus on the deafening tap tap tap that reverberated in her ears . " miss costello , what was your relationship to christopher ? " out of all the questions , this one had to be the easiest , but it was its simplicity that made it so hard . " he was my next door neighbor . we lived next to each other basically . . . our whole lives . " vivian let out a shaky breath as her eyes began to pool with tears , fists impossibly white , trembling . " more than that , he was like my brother . . . one of my closest friends . " vivian looked at the detective as a tear trickled down her cheek , embarrassment sweeping through her features once she realized she was crying . " i'm sorry . . . " for the tears , for the dishonesty , for everything . was she apologizing to the detective , to chris , or to herself ? the lines blurred as she swiped at her face . " is there anything else i can do to help ? " vivian offered with a small twinge of hope , and all the man could do was shake his head in a quick no before snapping his notebook shut , indicating the interview was over . vivian knew , however, that this whole ordeal was nowhere near over and there was nothing she could realistically do to help . " thank you for your time , miss costello . for what its worth , every bit of information helps us bring peace and justice to christopher and his family . " vivian could only nod as the man stood up to escort her out the room . before the door clicked behind her , she heard a quick , " have a good rest of your day . "
As she settles into the seat, Cat is smiling, exchanging pleasantries with the officer. She isn't nervous, this is nothing new, and as her entire life as proof, confidence is key. The new evidence is nothing more than an annoyance, hindering her ability to leave this God forsaken town once again.
"Where were you on the night of Christopher Wilder's disappearance?"
"I was at the end of the year party," she answers honestly, though she pretends to give a moment of thought, as if she is pulling from a hazy memory now, rather than sprinkling fibs into her alibi. "It was sort of a last second decision to show up. I couldn't stay late, I had volunteer work in the morning and my parents hated when I got home after even eight o'clock... but all of my friends were going, so I went for an hour or two before heading home."
A nod. "When was the last time you saw Christopher?"
"The last time I saw Christopher," she repeats, her lips pursed, recalling what she had told everyone that asked years ago. "I believe it was a day or two before. I don't remember speaking to him at the party. It must have been at school."
It was partially true. She hadn't spoken to him at the party. But she had seen him.
"What was your relationship with Christopher?"
She pulls out her best sympathetic smile now. "I didn't know him very well, we only really talked in passing. I've always been closer to his brother. Kai is a dear friend of mine." Cat pauses, shakes her head. "I really hope we can finally find the truth, for his sake."
A blatant lie this time, but he seems to believe it, matching her smile as he pushes his chair out and offers his hand to shake. "Thank you, Catalina. You're free to go. We'll be in touch if we have any more questions."
"No, thank you," she takes his hand in hers, "I only wish I could be more help."
"Where were you on the night of Christopher Wilder's disappearance?"
He supposes he shouldn't be surprised to find himself here after all this time, but Hollis had â wrongfully â assumed all that was going to come to light, had. Or maybe that was just hope. Hope had never gotten him very far.
The man's eyes bore into Hollis as the silence drags on, and he tries not to come off as too nervous as he responds. "I was with my brother." Not a lie, he recalls the story he told back when it happened, what he had told his brother to say. It wasn't a lie. He was not a good liar. There were just... truths withheld. "We were at the party," he continues, "I mean, I think pretty much everyone was. It was supposed to be a fun night." Until everything had went south.
"When was the last time you saw Christopher?"
Hollis clears his throat, shifts in his seat, then questions if the movement makes him look like he's hiding something. He is hiding something, isn't he? "That night, sir. The night he... went missing. I didn't talk to him much, I just said hey." His eyes fall to his hands, clasped in his lap. Does avoiding eye contact make him look guilty? Shit. "I regret that now."
Among other things.
Something is written down, a pause that seems to drag on too long before the next question is spoken. "What was your relationship with Christopher?"
"Uh, we... we were friends. Not... super close, you know, but more than acquaintances, I'd like to think. We worked on the school paper together. He was a pretty solid guy." He forces his eyes up, completely honest as he softly states, "I miss him."
Preparing himself for the next question, but it doesn't come. The man dismisses him, lets him know he'll be contacted if there's anything else, and then he's walking away, a sad guilt noticeable in his expression to anyone that looks hard enough. Just like he walked away from the scene of the crime.
