I didn’t know what was happening at the time.

               There were all these people looking at me and touching me. There were guards by all the doors and windows with guns, big guns, a kind that I’d never seen before. Everything had a bleached smell to it, with a hint of something else. Almost like the bleach was trying to cover something up, something… metallic, something I was very familiar with. Blood. 

               That means I'm not the first one here. I'm not the only one they've had here. Christian... Please, dear God, tell me they haven't put my little brother in here. Please, let him be safe and unharmed. He is all I have. All that is left of the life I used to have. 

Sorry this one is short. Couldn't think of what to write next...