Staywithin
I remember the first time I saw him. I was nothing more than that of a child, placed in a crazy spot in time. It was my doing that got me there in the first place. But why was he suddenly different from all the rest? Why did he stand out from ever other person I'd seen over the past months who had been brought in here. So many questions. But I remember what it felt like that first day... when the van doors opened and I got my first glance at this place. I also remember the moment he emerged from between his van doors,in a bright orange jumpsuit, and shackles on his hands and feet. Everyone was silent but I was sure in that moment everyone shared the same thought. "Trouble"