He'd jumped, he actually jumped this time. Broke both of his legs. He could hardly remember the impact, he could remember his momma crying though.

He'd gotten casts and crutches and a long time off school, he got admitted into the looney bin right after he could walk. Now here he was, thin ass clothes and ugly shoes with the other crazy people in Virginia.

This was a prison.

Donnie sat down at a table with no one at it, clutching his foam tray with some gross smelling food on it. He stared at it for a minute before pushing it aside. Leaning forward on his elbows as he delved into his thoughts.