They clothed Jessica in nothing less than rags. It was a large beige colored sheet that reached down to her knees, and the sleeves extended slightly past her wrists. The garment was also far too big for her, but at least it was comfortable. The fabric wasn't itchy and not too hot - a cheap but cozy alternative to pj's. Her fingers quickly bunched the fabric together in her palm - a sign of nervousness. What was done here? Why did this boy not know what a parent was?
Her head was starting to spin from the many questions the boy kept pouring out, questions that wouldn't exist from any child if Jessica were back home. But then... She had to remember that she wasn't back home anymore, she was here in this prison. Her upper lip started to quiver, but she bit the inside of her cheek to stop the movement. She wasn't going to cry, not now.
Stiffly, she sat down, hands folded neatly in her lap.
"My mom's a wonderful person. I don't know why they would have taken me away from her, she does everything for me. She used to read to me bed time stories and tuck me into bed, she goes to work so can she pay for the food and our apartment. And when I'm having trouble with homework, she helps too even when she's tired. She loves me."
The last bit was said wholeheartedly and without hesitation. Jessica exhaled, keeping her gaze upon the boy's face. She wanted to measure his expressions and gauge his sanity.
"The outside is nice I suppose. Me and my friends go to parks and play together or we'd watch a movie. It smells bad sometimes, because of the pollution. And yes... Whenever I get hurt my Mom takes care of me." Swallowing she continued. "H-How long have you been here?"