𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬.
Love is hope for the hopeless and sin for the saint. Love makes you do things you never intended to do, but it's distinct when you hold hands and promise to behold each oth...
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No name he said.
That's a bit of a weird reply, but I didn't bother to drag that conversation on that topic. I cleared my throat and said, "I am here to ask a few questions, so can you answer them? I will make sure it's quick."
He put his gloved hands on the table and relaxed a bit in his seat. Why does he wear black leather gloves? I don't think it's jail dress code; then why does he cover his hands?
I glanced back at him, and when our eyes met, he gave me a nod indicating his approval for me to ask him questions.
I think he doesn't like to speak much.
"May I know how the education system inside the prison works? You can give me a brief answer; it will be alright."
He tilted his head a bit to his right shoulder and glanced at my paper. "You didn't write down today's date," he said, which took me a bit off guard. I generally don't bother to write dates.
"No, it's useless to write down dates."
"Some dates are important, my-" he stopped and looked deep into my eyes. "How do you want me to refer to you?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing? It's rude to call you by your name. You said you are not my visitor, and you are not my lawyer, too." He questioned in a very polite tone, but something inside me snapped at him. "It was pretty rude when you refused to say your name when I asked."
"I don't have a name."
Is he mentally unstable, like the head officer said? Because how can a person not have a name, or is he trying to hide his life and name so that his name will be clear after he is out of jail? He might be a fucking monster, possibly the son of some rich, corrupt political person.
"And to answer your question, the education system is good for me because I never studied in a normal school or college."
"I didn't ask about your personal life, but okay, I will mark this as a point that prison education is not bad here." I noted that down on the paper.
"Sure, I apologize," he replied, and my eyes again landed on his gloved hands, but as soon as he noticed my staring, he put his cuffed hands down from the table. Okay, now this is awkwardly embarrassing.
"Next question. What motivates prisoners to join or not join prison education?" I asked, and I am really eager to know the reason because there are fewer students here.
"They would rather commit arson than read a book and sit for exams. And what motivates them? I would say their freedom."
"Freedom?" I questioned in confusion.
"Yes, freedom. When you know you will be out of here one day, you might want to change. So when a juvenile prisoner sees he still has time to change, he studies."
