The reporter was driving to the scene in the police car. At the same time, she was reading the information from the headquarters. There had been an accident in a private laboratory. Someone had somehow reported the event. Thereupon, the reporter quickly left the place where she was working at and joined the police team that went to investigate the crime scene. They were going to a laboratory in the forest.

The reporter approached his cameraman friend sitting in the back and said quietly, "Do you think they will bring us closer?" she asked.

The cop who was driving the car replied, "Sorry,madame." Then, he showed me the gas masks in the backseat. "By the way, you have to wear these masks."

They had to consider their own safety. In addition, doing what was said might have allowed them to take a closer shot at the crime scene. So, they both wore masks. Too, the policeman driving the car pulled over to put on his mask. Then he continued to drive the car to the scene.

The reporter and cameraman got out of the vehicle. They were standing at the entrance of the building. Plenty of cops were around. Next to them were men wearing white coats. They all had black gas masks on, just like them. One of the cops came up to them and asked them to stay away from the door. The reporter continued to checking around. She saw flames rise from the right side of the building. There was a fire there. The reporter told her friend to turn on the camera. Then she reached the microphone to the police.

"Can you tell us about the events?" the reporter asked the police.

"There was a fire in the lab producing marijuana. Everyone was affected. Some started attacking each other. We will make here secure, and the doctors will take care of the rest."

"This burning..."

"Drug depot. Everyone has been exposed to high doses of cannabis. That's why you shouldn't take off the masks, at all."

"Okay," said the reporter, and waited. Meanwhile, the cameraman noticed some movement in the building. In the tower standing next to the main building, the cops were approaching a man. But the man did not want to come with them. The cameraman zoomed into that area. The man and the police argued for a while. Then the man jumped off the tower. Both were stunned by what they saw. They wanted to take a close up, but the cops wouldn't let them.

...

For those who wondering: Three people died that night. But I, Doctor Ahmet, wasn't among those who passed away. I just got away with breaking my right arm and leg. We were working with synthetic cannabinoids. Everyone was affected when the fire broke out in the drug depot. And everyone in the building suffered from acute psychotic disorder. As the effect wore off, I understood the events. That night, I created my own world. Who knows what happened to the others? But I realized that night was also a night of empathy. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

Why do people make fictional stories? Why do one tell legends and fake stories? Some might say for fun but I don't think so. Fiction is used to underline a fact. It enlarges the existing one like a microscope enlarges a small cell. Thus, it becomes easier to examine, interpret or make inferences about that reality. On the other hand, it makes it easier to remember that fact. You will also appreciate that the human beings, who forgets what they ate yesterday, do not forget the stories told to them in their childhood. So, fiction is used to reinforce non-fiction. At least it was used to be; I see nowadays it is also used to describe the unreal. I also used some fiction. But to highlight the facts. Events that night may have turned out a little differently, but it is close enough to reality.

Dr. Ahmet Kahraman

THE END