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"Good morning Miss Morte, I'm detective Kristian and I'm the person who is going to be in charge of this case."

The only times I've heard words like that, were on crime shows and videos. The possibility of it being said to me, was never a thought in my head. The thing is, it only applied to the old version of me. This new me, had heard it countless times.

"Are they going to change detectives again?"

It was now the third person claiming to be in charge of the case. Whenever I answered their questions, it was clear that they didn't believe me. By now, I knew all the looks they would give.

"No, I plan on putting an end to this. Everything you say to me, I won't give it a second of doubt. I know what the others have said about you. You have quite a reputation of being delusional, according to them, that is."

It was true. I was now know as a delusional and mental person. The delusional part of me, was thanks to him.

"I'll start of by asking you to be as calm and comfortable as you can with me. I'm on your side."

He did seem different than the other two. I still wasn't sure if he would be the next to call me mental, but there was something about the way he looked at me that made me want to take the risk.

"Tell me Rina, how did you meet Zack?"

I've made progress. I used to tremble when they would say his name. Remembering everything that he had done, was indeed the worst kind of torture. Now, it was nothing more that just a four letter word.

"You see detective, I can't even remember his face. I've deleted it from my memory but, I made the choice to remember everything that he did."

I noticed the small grin on his face as I told him this. Strangely it felt good to see something else than stern and stiff expressions.

It was true what I had said. I couldn't remember his face anymore. That was a choice I made. But I had engraved in me all my memories with him.