You wiggle with your legs as you sit on the bench of the waiting room in the police station. You never expected to be here, let alone the reason for it would be to finally get out of that hell hole.

You used to live in a institution, they were very bad toward you. Mentally, emotional and more. You never expected to be taken away from it, as it felt like a eternal hell there.

You drink some of the apple juice the officers gave you as you could hear them talking about you and what to do with you now. You showed clear signs of PTSD which is what makes it all even more difficult.

But you don't wanna think about it, thinking about it hurts.

You sit there for a while until you heard the officer, which was called Joan came back to the waiting room. Joan was kind, very sympathetic with your situation as well, he was very trustful. He probably got some suggestions about your situation and what to do now since it's urgent.