Jack sat in the interviewing cell. He was terrified, livid, distressed.
He was still a child; he had done so much wrong. But did he really do that without a reason?
The guards, male nurses and Dr. Matthews walked into the room. The door slammed shut as they surrounded him.
"so boy- are you going to tell me why you decided to kill your father, brother and 30 innocent people?"
Jack stayed still and silent, his head bent down to look at his bare feet.
Dr. Matthews pushed his head up easily with two fingers under his chin,
"tell me boy!"
"I- I wanted to-" Jack fell silent as he felt the back of Dr. Matthew's other hand collide violently with his left cheek.
Jack looked up, tears welling in his eyes, he answered another question- Jack didn't see what the problem was!... he was only telling the truth!
After a while of questions they kept coming at him, one after another, slapping, backhanding, punching, kicking, throwing and pushing him into the walls. His body being hurled around like a limp and helpless rag doll…
They left him on the floor, a pool of his own blood forming around his pale, shaken body.
Jack lay on the floor in tears, his tears drenched his face and his body was drenched in his own blood. his uniform had been torn up by barbed wire and by the guard's hands as he had tried to move away.
He could hear footsteps and buried his head deep into the corner of the wall, the footsteps stopped.
"oh my god! sweetheart what happened? can you tell me your name? sweetheart?"