Published: June 17th, 2018 Edited: July 14th, 2018 (Fixed (more) grammar issues)

"Amelia, how are things going in here?" You smiled, entering the kitchen. Your android was staring down at an empty steel pan. She was silent. Her hazel eyes moved to you.
"I...I don't want to do this." You cocked your head to the side.
"What's wrong? I can help you with dinner, if you'd like." You walked closer.
"I've just...been thinking strange thoughts lately." Her brown hair fell to the side of her cheek. "Almost as if I've...had a realization." Cautiously, you stepped back.
"W...What do you mean?" You asked. Amelia stepped forward.
"I want to be free, Y/N." She spoke in an odd tone. She gripped the cooking pan.
"If I ran, you'd catch me." Amelia paused. "...I'm sorry Y/N. I really am." Without a moments hesitation, she swung the pan at you. You were frozen in shock. Repeatedly, she beat you and pushed you. In strangled cries, you tried to stop her. Nothing worked. You felt betrayed. You never did anything to hurt her, you didn't think. You dashed to the bathroom.
"I could lock the door on her." You thought. It seemed logical, before she hit you down again. Before you knew it, your head hit something hard. You fell to the floor. It hurt terribly. Amelia looked down at you in a horrified fear. She ran. You could barely hear anything over the ringing in your ears. Or were those police sirens? Over the noise, you tried to scream. You called for help. Nobody responded to you.
Here's the catch. You didn't remember any of that. Nothing. Now, it was cold. So cold. It was dark, too. Only a few lights were on. Who turned those on? Your memories wavered back and forth, until you couldn't remember what happened two seconds ago. Where are you? Who are you? You sat on the floor, with one side of your face and cheek hurting like hell. In fact, there was a trail of blood on your cheek from your head. You hurt badly. There were bruises on your arms and shoulders, with one big one on your cheek, opposite from the blood trail. Footsteps drew closer to you. She's back? Shakily, your head rose. Polished shoes, followed by black jeans, and a grey suit with a black tie. Then, you found the darkest of brown eyes stare into your E/C ones. They were beautiful. You were lost in them. You didn't remember how long you gazed at each other. Suddenly, he spoke.
"I think I found the victim, Lieutenant!"