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My Friend, Clarence
Jeremy spent hours searching for his friend, Clarence. The sun began rising over the trees on the east side of the city, so heheaded home. Went hewalked through the door there was Clarence on the couch, head in his hands, crying. Red blotches covered his jeans and dried blood outlined his fingers.
“No, Clarence, you promised.” Jeremy signed with his hands. “You have to turn yourself in, you need help.”
Clarence rose from the couch and nodded. He followed Jeremy to the car and both sat silent on the drive to the police station. Pulling into the parking lot, Jeremy turned to Clarence and signed, “I’m only doing this because I care about you. You need help.”
Clarence nodded in agreement.
The two entered the police station together. An officer sat behind a window in front of them; Jeremy walked up to thewindow and said, “We have information about the young girl who was murdered last night.”
The officer looked perplexed. “I don’t remember a murder report coming in last night. Hold on just a moment, please.” He left the small room behind the window, but returned quickly.“You can go through that door on the right and Detective Wilks will help you, sir.”
“Thank you,” Jeremy replied.
The two friends walked through the door. A tall, middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair greeted them. “If you would followme, please...” And led them down a long hallway to small, gloomy room with a table and chairs. “Have a seat.” Wilks sat down and placed a recording device on the table. “I will be recording our conversation. What is your name?” Wilks glanced up at Jeremy and noticed him making hand gestures.
“Umm…are you hearing impaired, sir?”
“No, but Clarence is. I have to let him know what you’re saying.”
Wilks rolls his eyes upward as he sighed.Why do I always get the nut jobs? “Who is Clarence?”
“He’s my best friend, has been since we were five. He wasborn deaf.” Jeremy reached over as if he were patting someone beside him on the back. “Mom says he’s imaginary, but he’s as real as you and me. She just doesn’t have the gift, like I have.”
“Sir, are you on any medications?”
“No, this has nothing to do with me, it’s Clarence. He needs help. He hears voices that make him do terrible things to those poor girls.”
“Okay, why don’t you tell me what you know about a murder that was committed last night?”
Jeremy used his hands to question Clarence. “Clarence says there was a girl walking alone last night by the park, the voices told him to grab her, so he did.”
“What else? Is this girl alive?”
Wilks waited through more hand gestures and Jeremy nodding to the imagery person beside him.
“Clarence says he didn’t mean to kill her, but she screamed even though he told her to be quiet. She scratched his arms, so he hit her in the head with a big rock.”
“Where can we find this girl?”
“Clarence says she’s in the bushes behind the restrooms at Sims Park. He said he’s real sorry. She was such a pretty little thing, long blonde hair, smooth tan skin…”
“You sit here with your friend, I’m going to get Dr. Roberts to come in and talk with you while we send an officer out to checkthis information.” Wilks chair screeched as he scooted back and left the room. He went to Detective Armstrong and gave him the information to confirm Jeremy’s story. He called Dr. Roberts and asked him to come in and do a psych evaluation on a suspect.
Dr. Roberts came in and Wilks led him to Jeremy’s room.
“This guy just gave me some information and we sent out a team to confirm, but he claims his imaginary friend is the perp.”
“That’s a new one. He may have some sort of disassociation disorder, or maybe Schizophrenia?”
“It gets better,” Wilks said, “his imaginary friend is deaf.”