<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v131/okamiyokai/Jung03.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jung Hua<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>Castrating three men and stabbing a fourth to death 42 times<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Joining the therapy session in the New York Library<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>-/-<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Jung Hua managed to get paroled out of prison. Of course, it wasn’t complete freedom. A police officer stayed nearby at all time. Outside her apartment, outside her college, always outside. No one would be near her. Whenever she would go to her classes, her classmates gave a wide birth. Whenever she would be on the subway, people around her stayed away. Now she was going to this therapy session. They would stay away from her there too.<br/><br/>The police car stopped in front of the New York library. Jung stared out the window. The officer came around to open the door to let her out. Jung hated riding in the car, made her feel like a convict.<br/><br/>“You’ll do fine Jung,” the officer that let her out said comfortingly. Jung smiled at him. He was a younger Hispanic man. Officer Gonzales. He had a young wife and three kids. There was one time that Gonzales brought his three young kids to play at her apartment. Jung had so much fun caring for the children. They played hide and seek and games. It was like she had her younger sisters and brother again. But his wife found out and was furious with him. She refused to allow him to take them again.<br/><br/>“Thanks Officer Gonzales…” she said under her breath. The man laughed merrily. So much unlike her a father. He was a good father.<br/><br/>“I told you Jung, call me Rick! We’re close now. Almost like family.”<br/><br/>Jung kept her eyes down and didn’t respond. Instead she shuffled away from the car towards the library. She was already late due to traffic. Probably would have been on time if she had taken the subway. But Officer Gonzales decided it was too wet and cold to let a lady take the subway.<br/><br/>“I’ll…see you after…” she mumbled and continued up the steps. Officer Gonzales waved after her. He would be around, he had to be. The officers were always there.<br/><br/>The library was so quiet as the doors opened. Jung padded softly through the shelves towards the rest of the group. Despite her sneakers, her steps still echoed slightly as she walked. She wore faded and torn jeans and a plain black sweatshirt. As she entered, she took off her gloves. Jung wasn’t used to the cold despite living in New York for most of her life. Didn’t mean she liked the cold. If she could see her breath when she exhaled, it was too cold for Jung.<br/><br/>Jung approached the rest of the group. So many different people around here. They all looked scary. So many men. The Korean woman quickly sat down in the nearest chair. There were scary women too. She never thought women looked scary before. This one looked like she worshipped the devil. That one looked creepy with her white here. This one over here had a rainbow growing out of her skull. There was one that looked like she was secretly a monster that would bite your head off. Then there was one that reminded her of her mother. Of course, that didn’t even include the men. All of them looked like they were demons in Jung’s eyes.<br/><br/>Jung kept her eyes down and didn’t say a word. The girl licked her lips and fidgeted nervously. Her eyes never took her eyes from her feet. She didn’t want to see them.<br/>