I would watch him daily. Him strapped to a table, unable to move and me here sitting on the other side of the glass watching him. Watching him scream as these people prodded him, as they "tested" him. It was a daily occurrence. This kid would be tested. These people would inject him with different chemicals. Not once did I feel pity or remorse for this kid. This has been going on for ten years. This kid has been through hell for ten years, I watched this happen for ten years without feeling the slightest bit of remorse until now. But why nothing's changed. Today I'm still here watching this ten year old boy.
