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The room is lit with a couple those fluorescent light bulbs. There is a table, on it two cubs of tea with treats, and chairs. There is a window but is locked from the outside. A man entered and sat across from a boy, no older looking than 20, probably in high school. The session began.

GUY: hello, I am Mark Thomas Anderson; I need to investigate in what had happened. Let’s get to know each other. Are you Greg Bravivich?

Gregory: yeah

Mark: Do you prefer to be called Greg?

Gregory: ok

Mark: So tell me where do you live?

Greg: Queens

Mark: Did you like it there?

Greg: I don’t know it was ok.

Mark sights and looks for a different approach.

Mark: I understand you went to school in Lincoln is that correct?

Greg: Yes, I lived fifteen minutes away from Brooklyn, and I went to Lincoln High School.

Mark: why did your grades in the eleventh grade drop?

Greg" I guess the work got harder.

Mark: as I understand, you were a very good student before; you could have tried working harder.

Greg:I did

Mark: Were you popular

Greg: not to any extent, I had aquatinted with a couple of kids but not many friends.

Mark: Why do you say that?

Greg: There are not many people you can trust

Mark: who is Leslie?

Greg: A friend I met

Mark: how did you meet him?

Greg hesitates then says…

Greg: I was in a bad mood so instead of going to school I went to the beach. I walked by the sand and threw some pebbles and relaxed to get my mind off things. Then as I was walking along the beach, a kid walks by. We both keep walking, it was only eleven so I decided to go back and take my afternoon classes. We both kept going the same way even as I got on the train. He asked me if I got to school. I told him I went to Lincoln. He said he did too. It’s funny because before that I never noticed him in school, after I saw him every day.

Slight pause. Nothing happens.

Mark: well than what?

Greg: well we got off the train as we walked to school he takes out a metal box and shows it to be, inside were cigarettes neatly placed. He asked me if I want one. Surprisingly at that time I had never smoked before and I had said no. He shrugged then took one and lit it. We started talking, and we hung out for the rest of the day.

Mark:so you both cut.

Greg: yeah

Mark: how did you know if he really did go to your school?

Greg: after that day I noticed him all the time at my school.

Mark: so you guys became good friends

Greg: I guess

Mark: did your parents object.

Greg: not really they did not know. My mom and dad are very busy. They really didn’t care.

Mark: did they care about your grade dropping?

Greg: at first but then she gave up

Mark: so did you cut often.

Greg: no

Mark: do you have any siblings

Greg: no

Mark: so you and Leslie did you guys hang out a lot.

Greg: yes

Mark: what kind of person was he?

Greg: He was the person not afraid to do anything and spoke his mind. He knew lots of people and was good at handling situations. He has a creative mind and was a very interesting person.

Mark: when you said he knew lots of people, do you mean he had connections?
Greg: huh?

Mark: did he have connections?

Greg: connections to what?

Mark: you said he knew a lot of people what did you mean by that

Greg: that he knew a lot of people

Mark: was he able to get all kinds of things easily that was usually hard to get

Greg: like what

Mark became aggravated and was about to blow

Mark: ok- it’s enough for today gets some rest and well talk later.

Session ends

Mark: hello

Greg: hi

Mark: so do you play any sports

Greg: I don’t play that many sports.

Mark: how about Leslie.

Greg: no, not really

Mark: so what did you and Leslie do when you hung out?

Greg: well, we constantly rode around town.

Mark: umm… what were some of the things that you still remember about your time together?

Greg: I remember when we went paint balling for the first time. Then it evolved into playing with BB guns in the woods, then going to a shooting range. Then he somehow managed to get two shot guns and like 22 bullets and we went into the woods and shot at animals and we took our beer bottles, one of us would throw them as hard as they can and the other would shoot it down.

Mark: did you ever found out how he was able to get those guns

Greg: no

Mark: did you too drink often?

Greg: umm not really an occasional beer here or there

Mark: anything else you remember?

Greg: we snuck into a couple of clubs?

Mark: how did you manage to get in?

Greg: well Leslie usually knew someone that knew how to get us in.

Mark: what kind of clubs?

Greg: those dance clubs for 21 or older

Mark: So him having connections got you in and him having connections got you handguns.

Greg: yes

Mark: and you have no idea how he knew this people, who he hung out with, what he did?

Greg: well no, he kind of kept that to himself, he told me he knew people and that was it, he never told me how he would get it. Once we were after the club it was around 12 and we were smoking a blunt and I asked him how he managed to get it he told me it was easy.

Mark: have you two ever gotten into trouble with the police.

Greg: well not really there were a few times. One of the times I abused my alcohol intake and took too much. We were coming back and the police stopped us, I kept my mount shut and Leslie took care of it. I don’t remember much, but I do remember him saying it wasn’t his car and it was a friend he borrowed. We crashed at his place, and we forgot all about that.

Mark: Were you into knives?

Greg: no, not really

Mark: so why did you have in your possession an illegal butterfly knife the day of the arrest.

Greg: Leslie gave it to me as a present, and I carried it with me.

Mark: on that day did you know were you were going and what you were doing?

Greg: no, I only started to understand when the cops came.

Mark: did you know that the knife was illegal and you created a serious offense by possessing it.

Greg: I knew it was illegal but I didn’t really understand why it was so much trouble.

Mark: that day did Leslie have anything with him

Greg: no

Mark: don’t lie to me.

Greg: he was carrying a handgun and he showed me a tiny colt .25 in the close compartment saying if I needed it.

Mark: did he always carry guns with him?

Greg: I really didn’t know that he did except for the woods and that time.

Mark: have you ever seen his friends?

Greg: not really, a few they were usually older men who were tough and looked like they lived the hard life

Mark: did Leslie look like that?

It had started taking Greg longer than needed to answer the last several questions, he was unsure of himself, and looked like he just realized little things that can relate to something horrible.

Greg: no, he had this charm with both sexes where he can get what he wants.

Mark: do you think his friends were involved in thinks like drug dealing and murder?

Greg: perhaps, but I also remembered something when we would go to clubs he would talk to some people and they said some gang related names, and he was sometimes grilled by dangerous guys in the club it was weird **** that I paid no mind. Once he flashed his huge knife at somebody and another time he told me to leave the club and get in the car, he came and we blasted off, they’re were several cars after us, but Leslie drove like a crazy driver running for his life. When I asked him what it was about he told me it was a big group of people that wanted to hurt him because he was flirting with one of the guy’s girls.

Mark: do you still believe that it was because of him flirting?

Greg: not anymore

Mark: so you’re saying that until now you had no idea that those things that happened were coincidental.

Greg: Now I think it could be something like gang related

Mark: you really don’t know Leslie that much.

No answer

Mark: do you think he is a gang leader, who is involved with stuff as being a provider of goods like weed, crack, marijuana and heroine. That he could be a person that’s been in tons of murders, and in very bad ****.

Greg: he was my friend, but I…

Mark interrupts saying harshly…

Mark: you’re friend is dead now, so theirs no need to feel sympathy for him.

Greg: I can’t believe I was so narrow minded, I never realized that he could be even a potential danger, he treated me like a brother.

Mark: the other times he has been In clubs he comes as a gang banger and is very dangerous, with you he seemed to play dumb.

Mark continues on.

Mark: now do you want to tell me what happened or do you want me to tell you.

Greg: well, I became aware of danger when I started hearing gunshots in the background and when he gave me a gun. Then he unscrewed the thing near the pedals inside were plastic bags of different things. They’re a caught a glimpse of white powder, grass, sands, in other words things to get you high. There were lots he threw them out the highway. He had recently given bags of stuff to nearby car; I didn’t know what was in them.

Mark: now let me tell you what we know. "Leslie" was a dangerous person; he was in a gang. He had gotten rich by selling weed, and the rest of the stuff. He had many people working underneath him. He had been involved in many killings. He was also involved in a feud or war with another dangerous gang. They were killing each other fighting for territory, customers and everything. Leslie killed a guy that was nicknamed True. He was a dangerous fellow form the other gang. His brother seeked revenge and started attacking Leslie gang. The guys that tried to jump him were from the other gang. They outnumbered him and had dangerous weapons, it was him and a few others and they would have gotten killed he ran as you witnessed. He was disgraced and lost pride so he had attempted to pay off an assassin to get True killed but the guy escaped. Then the car chase were you were involved had included around 15 guys. It was around 2 in the morning. Unleast seven cars were involved.

Mark took a deep breath, Greg was pale and his eyes popped out his face like he just witnessed someone grow a tail.

Mark: first Leslie satisfied his customer and at that same time another car that was his fellow gang member was driving a rode behind was shot in a drive by shootout. Leslie and some other members tried to follow the car, which also was not alone. This is where Leslie shot at one of the other cars in the back where the license plate was it blew up. You and Leslie were being shot at, lots of harmless ones hit the car in the mirrors, back, one broke the glass in the front and one hit the tire, they caught up with us. Leslie’s gang members were outnumbered and they ran. So around 8 guys took you guys. They held you and they took care of Leslie, first they beat him up, then they started cutting him up, they tried to make him beg to finish him off. They heard sirens they tied his hands behind him, covered his mouth and noise (suffocated him) and threw him in the river. They didn’t have enough time for you so they hit you in the head with the but of the rifle and you passed out. Then they left you in the middle of the woods, tied you up, and blind folded you put smelly food on you like honey to attract wild animals. They carved their gang symbol on your back with a knife and ran. Unfortunately we weren’t able to catch any body from neither gangs. A hiker found you there and chased off a small bear, and a wolf. He called us and you were sent here.

There was a very long pause it looked like Greg was still trying to figure this out. It was a lot to take at once he looked like he was in a sauna and needed to cool of. His whole body was pouring of water like it was nothing. His body was completely wet. He was still pale.

Greg: but I… I can’t, what. It not possible…

He let out a loud sob, he really was frightened. He did not understand how this happened.

Mark: we suspect that you were so terrified that your brain buried those terrifying memories in the back of your mind. It is like amnesia but if you were reminded of it, bits of the memories come back.

Then Greg could no longer see straight, he heard somebody calling his name. He kept hearing it but it became like a buzzing noise in the back of your mind barely hearable. He couldn’t, it felt, as his eyes were open but he couldn’t see anything, he felt little stings on his cheeks like they were on fire and they grew hotter. It was all too much for him the fainting, the shock.

The next thing he heard was a faint noise, the sound of an ambulance. He opened his eyes, he was inside one, but he was too tired to pursue his curiosity. He fell back asleep.

He heard noises, it was Leslie, he was yelling at him, he couldn’t tell what he was saying but he sounded angry. He was in a bed, at home, no. He was in the hospital, he looked to his right, and there were some flowers and a box of chocolate, there was in the bunches of flowers a black rose. He looked to his right there was a woman she had needles in her arms, and tubes through her nose. She has bandages all over her face. But somehow he was able to tell who it was his mother… he passed out again this time quickly.

He looked around he knew where he was Mark came back and told him what had happened, he remembered the story. He looked out the transparent door, outside was a man dressed in a doctor’s cloak, but it was one of the men from the gang that killed Leslie. He flashed his gun and put his finger on his throat saying I’m going to kill you. This time Greg didn’t pass out, instead he went into hysteria. He became yelling like mad, and screaming none existing words. The doctors couldn’t calm him down so they injected a needle up his butt. He fell asleep.