Throughout the hour and a half of my ordeal, he asked the same questions over and over, telling me get undressed and re dressed with my face in the dirt. There are things i remember and thinds i don't. I specifically flashed on a moment where I got defensive and answered him with a sir at the end, with attitude in it. My mind goes white after that and my hands are frozen and shaking, and my body feels numb. Now I'm going to cry and get high to keep from cutting. I hate this.