Prologue

It was just another day at the mental institution. I woke up early in the morning, and the therapist who is in charge of me came in with my breakfast. I am a 17 year old boy who has been here as a patient for about 3 years now. I was 14 when I was charged with mass murder. The court had reported me, “not criminally responsible due to being mentally ill" and sent me to a mental institution. In the past 3 years, I always thought to myself if there had been a different outcome if I took more precautions. The people didn’t really investigate my case thoroughly due to “being busy and taking care of other things”. I was said to have PTSD or some type of other disorder. My therapist sat on the seat across from me and was trying to get me to open up. “Alright, could you please tell me why you murdered the people in your village?” “Did something from your childhood cause it?” He asked, hoping to get an answer. I stayed quiet. I knew he was doing this because it was his job. He doesn’t care. If he did, there would be bruises on my body.