are you sure

I walk in to cold and irony reception. 

The officer looks up then back down to screen of his phone

"Excuse me" I croak out barely managing to swallow the lump in my throat. 

"Mhhm" he replied. 

I manage to speak through the tears that muffled my voice and recount the events that took place that evening. 

Without looking up he asks "Are you sure ?" 

My body trembles at the pooling of anger and shock. 

Powerless 

I stumble back

"I'm sure it was just a misunderstanding Miss, go home and get some rest" 

As I walked out, the cold breeze stung like a million little needles poking into my skin.

For a second I doubted what had just happened, 

that maybe I had been to blame, 

that maybe it was all in my head