My time

The usual procedure when you get arrest, strip down, squat and cough. Then came a camera? The woman walks in while I’m still naked and says she needs to take pictures. I was so drained and mentally exhausted I didn’t fight I just let them move me how they needed me to take photos. After that I was able to shower and placed in a secure room. The second I hit the quarter inch thin plastic mattress, no pillow or blanket, and crashed. 

They put me on a suicide watch due to old scars and knowledge from my parents of my depression recently. I was already seeing a therapist, unfortunately, I had to see a new one. I don’t remember the reason to switch therapist but I do remember I had only met the new once or  maybe twice. They didn’t know me anymore than the damn judge did, I was screwed. 

To make a really long boring story short, I was in Juvenile Detention Center for two weeks and was released right before Thanksgiving. Once my parents found a lawyer, the judge ordered me to go home and back to school during the trial. The original judge I had made me stay for two weeks, after reviewing the charges against me. My lawyer, fortunately, was affiliated with the first judge and we were ordered a new judge. 

The Juvenile Detention Center could hear me screaming in the background for help. They took pictures of me from the buries and marks I had on me. They testified against Office P and Chief, as they told the court they called multiple times with more and more charges on me. Multiple people at the center had answered the phone and heard my screams. The pictures justified me being rough-housed by the officers, as I was only 70 pounds. All charges were dropped after over a year long trial, and both officers were terminated.