Harley
Sitting in a circle with three other patients, I bite at my nails nervously. They've grown out the few days I've been here. Must be the horse vitamins they keep forcing down my throat every morning. The white gown I'm wearing does nothing to hide my pebbled n*****s from the chilly air and I have to cross my arms to conceal them from the male patients. I swear they keep it below freezing in here on purpose.
I've seen two of the three patients sitting in the circle before. One is Jessilynn. She has long blonde hair and often braids it when she's nervous. I can't figure out why she's in here though, she seems normal enough. The other is Memphis, half of her head is burned, leaving charred hair straight across her scalp. She has the darkest saddest eyes I've ever seen, and burn marks
