a high pitched squeal of metal on metal slices through the silence of the room. the alcove was basically empty, excluding the crumpled form in the corner.
his hair is unruly; tangled and in desperate need of a trim. his clothes' wrinkles look like they're indented permanently in the fabric, since he never moves. that's one thing everyone worries about, the fact the boy never moves. no one blames him, this is an awful place to be, but it is his fault he's here.
the rumors are relentless. different ones swirl all across the vast campus, but no one knows the truth. the circumstances of his conviction have never been fully released, just bits and pieces that the guards have used to create theories. that's why everyone views him as a terrifying criminal, they created all their own fear.
his lack of reaction to the new light flooding in the room isn't unusual. he never reacts to anything. some say it's because he's blind and deaf and is physically unable to. that would be a better alternative than the real reason. when everything is taken from you, you tend to lose all incentive to do anything.
the only phrase that would make the boy perk up has never been uttered to him. until today.
"styles, you have a visitor."
