In a room at Albert Einstein Hospital, Ambrosia Santiago found herself being interviewed by an NYPD Officer, her wrist wrapped in gauze and an IV drip plugged into the back of her hand. She shivered at the sight of her current home away from home, remembering the reasons why she was there. In a matter of seconds, her life and the lives of everyone else in the car changed. What they thought was going to be a fun, easy night of party and cake quickly became like a scene from a movie, but sadly, this was Amy’s real life.
Without wanting to take too much time from Amy’s already confusing day, the officer started his questioning. He sat, notepad and pen in hand, along the edge of Amy’s bed, ready to shorthand all of her answers. A tape recorder lay on the bed in front of him to catch any details he may miss.
“Please state your full name and your age. Then tell me what happened from the beginning.” The Police officer stated.
“I’m sorry. Do I have to?” The young girl replied bleakly. She felt weak from the medicine that was dripping down her IV, helping to get rid of any discomfort she may be feeling. As she looked around the room at all of the high tech machines surrounding her, she began to feel lost.
“It is necessary for the investigation, Miss.” He extended his hand toward her and laid it on top of her own to instill a diminutive sense of comfort.
“Yes, sir, umm… my name is Ambrosia Marie Santiago. My friends call Amy.” The police officer gave her a stern look and asked her for concentration. She sat meekly on the bed, wishing that everyone and everything would just go away and she could be alone. But, instead, she pressed on. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’m eighteen years old. And, well, shit!” She slammed her hands down against the bed, sending a slight twinge of pain shooting up her arm and the tape recorder tumbling to the floor. As the police officer picked it back up, and replaced the batteries, she looked at him with an apologetic look. “I never meant for all this to happen. I just wanted to enjoy my party with my friends.”
“This party was when, Miss?”
“It was on New Year’s Eve. I know it sounds tacky, but it’s what my brother Jason and I wanted. Anyway, I really just wanted to have a good time with my three best friends, especially Jacob. He and I had been through so much together this past year that I just wanted to have the chance to try and make up for lost time, try to put everything aside and start fresh. I remember when we first met. At the time, that seemed like the most magical day of my life. He had these beautiful locks of chestnut brown hair, perfect lips and the most beautiful shade of ocean blue eyes I had ever seen. When we met it was love at first sight, at least for me it was.
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