When the cops came to get me, after I stabbed my classmate in the eye, they threw me on the ground and I landed on my chest and I swear I fractured my breastbone. They twisted my arms behind my back and put handcuffs on me that were too tight, and they bit into my wrists and pinched off the circulation to my hands. Then they grabbed me by the hair and dragged me across the pavement to their car, ans my arms and legs and even my face got all scraped up from that. Before that when I got scared because of the angry looks they gave me, like they were going to kill me, I turned around and started to run and one of them grabbed me by my earring-- I was wearing these big earrings-- if you plan to get into a fight or attack someone don`t wear earrings!-- and ripped it right out of my earlobe, splitting my earlobe in two. So I was sitting in their car, bleeding from the earbobe, bleeding from the scrapes on my arms and legs and face, bleeding from my wrists where the handcuffs were cutting in, and bleeding from my head where the first cop had ripped some of my hair out, and the second cop cussed me out for bleeding all over the inside of his car. When we got to the station I asked for medical attention, then begged for it, then demanded it, and said that I needed my meds while I was in custody, and they said I didn`t need medical attention. When I was finally allowed to make a phone call, I called my father. He was so angry at me. He told me, "Prepare to get raped." then he hung up on me. I`m still in the state prison in the library, and I had to wait two weeks on a waiting list to use the internet. My family hasn`t spoken to me since the day I was arrested. I`m having horrible withdrawals from my meds. And I need those meds for depression and am already getting depression worse than ever. It`s like a 6-month wait to see the prison shrink. I still haven`t gotten medical treatment either, and my breastbone is still hurting me. I can`t even get a free lawyer and the court won`t give me one because they think I can get a free one elsewhere and from the social services I was on or something.