Blood splatter coated all but one wall in spite of having been clearly scrubbed with strong chemicals. A double mattress was crammed in the corner, completely bare save for more stains and a crusty duvet cover. My eyes traveled to the rails on the head of the bed, settling on the restraints that dangled from each corner.
My drug use escalated into a full-blown addict lifestyle in less than a month. “I’m too far gone,” I would tell myself.
I had it down to the perfect science. My game was to play adorable and get everyone to want to protect me. I was doing well. I called for a smoke break and we all filed out. Cisco pressed his body hard against mine into a corner. What was he doing?!