Tranquility.

Genesis

In four days I was going to take my baby home finally.

The four days dragged by making every minute feel like an hour.

Nevertheless, the day came.

Today at noon, Malcolm and I were going to the center.

Trey wanted to come with but he had speech therapy.

Zala

Today was the day I was to leave.

After the incident with the three girls, I didn't open my mouth to say anything.

My throat was still congested with pain and anger.

The girls from the night of torture were transfered to other correctional facilities. Facilities worse than this one.

The guards that gave them a hand were fired too.

With all the slight justice attained, I wasn't fine and I probably will never be again.

My hair was still short, in fact I was taken to an actual barber to perfect the cut.

My skin was peeling due to the burns but I was okay. The water wasn't too hot.... that's what the doctor told me, however, I had a different opinion because the water was poured on me not him.