Melissa held the cell bars in her hands. all she could see was Jackson, he was cowering in the corner, was he crying? Melissa wondered about this, even if this was Jackson, she would cry her guts out in his situation. Taking a deep breath, he turned around.

He was pale, his hair was tangled from a restless sleep. He looked down at the floor. It had only been a day, but he looked different, scary even.

He finally looked up, she immediately looked away. The second she saw his eyes, she wanted to hug him and cry. all she wanted to do right now was to comfort him. His normally piercing, yet warm eyes had changed. In his blue/green eyes, she could see the pain of torture. This was the exact opposite of his usual, if looks could kill, expression, the one that made others shy away from him. now it was more like he was killing himself, all that pain, it caused herself pain even to look at him, but she had to, she needed to comfort him, soon.

He sighed, " So, aren't you going to start screaming at me for being a sadistic criminal?"

" What?"

" Well isn't that what you're here for, to tell me you hate my guts."

" No never, I actually came here to talk to you, just to talk."

Melissa sat at a little table looking at Jackson through glass, a phone in both of their hands.

Melissa wanted to keep the conversation light." So.. umm... This is a police station, not a jail, why do they even have one of these things?"

Jackson just merely shrugged.

" So how long are they keeping you here?"

" Well, I think I'm the only suspect."

" Why, haven't they interviewed you, or asked the guy who got hurt?"

" I really don't want to talk to that guy, and the guys in coma." he said flatly.

Melissa nodded, he had allot going on. " So, what happens if you get convicted, juvi?"

" Nah, I think juvi's had enough of me. Plus I think that 15 is legally old enough to go to jail. They sent me there at first last time, I was only there for a day before a middle aged guy snapped my leg in half, so I got off easy at juvi. But, I think they don't let compulsive repeat offenders in, especially if the word "Murder" is evolved.

Poor Jackson, he wasn't talking to them, so there was a slim chance she would ever see him again after the trial.

" Jackson, you look pretty bummed." It wasn't a question.

" Well, I'm an orphan, kind of, I'm going to jail for a crime I didn't do. A guy twice my age is going to kill me there. And even if I got off, those guys are going to kill me, And even if they got caught trying to kill me, other guys would, or I'd at least be beaten into a smear on the sidewalk....... Yeah, life's peachy."

That night Melissa had a plan, it wouldn't solve all his problems, but at least it might cheer him up for a while, she hoped.