Harley
“You new?"
Opening my eyes to the unfamiliar voice, everything is blurry at first. I feel sick to my stomach and my head throbs.
“If you don't eat, those sedatives can make you puke," the voice comes again.
Raising my head, I rub at my temples trying to ease the ache.
Wait, my hand is free. I look down, noticing I'm not restrained. Why would they release me so quickly?
“Fuckers are restraining happy around here." I finally turn toward the female voice, finding Jessilynn sitting in the window seat of my room. Her legs are pressed to her chest, and a lit cigarette dangles between two of her fingers as she stares out the dirty glass. The little bit of sun that shines through casts a glow against her skin. She has the saddest blue eyes I've ever seen. They look like the depths
