Shawn could still hear Jamie's laughter echo through the steel walls of a prison. The food they had brought for him, which consisted of bread, crackers and water, had not yet been eaten. He has no appetite. Shawn's body was no longer muscular and strong, but it shrunk to become thin and frail. His brown eyes looked like it leaked out all color throughout his tears. He had cried so hard, there was no more water to fill up his eyes. Saddness had replaced everything. He walks to the metal bars which hold him back. His stomache aches, he can feel his stomache eating itself, but he cannot bring himself to shove food down his throat. Another way to die. Exactly what he wanted.