(You can either be a fellow "inmate" or a correctional officer. Your choice.)
A young teen around the age of fifteen sat on the corner of a busy street, rain slickening the roads and making it dangerous to sit there. A cigarette sat on her lips, lit despite the rain trying it's best to put the cigarette out. The girl had been sitting here all day begging for cigarettes and drugs from random people on the streets, walking quickly away whenever a cop came close to her. So far she had collected a couple grams of coke, marijuana, and heroine. Despite being in the middle of the street during rush hour she had already used the heroin and a mark had surfaced on her arm already.
Taking another drag of her cigarette, she laughed aloud at the tickling sensation of the rain on her arm. Everything was an array of colors around her as the heroin took effect, giving her a rush of excitement. The girl closed her eyes for a couple minutes, taking in the effects of the drug. She was oblivious to the traffic around her, the only things she was actually conscious of was the drug and the bag full of drugs on her back.
A young teen around the age of fifteen sat on the corner of a busy street, rain slickening the roads and making it dangerous to sit there. A cigarette sat on her lips, lit despite the rain trying it's best to put the cigarette out. The girl had been sitting here all day begging for cigarettes and drugs from random people on the streets, walking quickly away whenever a cop came close to her. So far she had collected a couple grams of coke, marijuana, and heroine. Despite being in the middle of the street during rush hour she had already used the heroin and a mark had surfaced on her arm already.
Taking another drag of her cigarette, she laughed aloud at the tickling sensation of the rain on her arm. Everything was an array of colors around her as the heroin took effect, giving her a rush of excitement. The girl closed her eyes for a couple minutes, taking in the effects of the drug. She was oblivious to the traffic around her, the only things she was actually conscious of was the drug and the bag full of drugs on her back.
There was rain. But that didn't stop the thoughts running through Fallon's mind. Her mind was her voice, the voice she never had. She stared out the window and looked out onto the busy streets as the rain poured down, thumping on her bedroom window. Her mouth opened to speak, but she couldn't let out the slightest sound. She had a silly thought, that she would one day wake up and be able to talk again, but that day never came.
(Just curious, you're going to be a fellow inmate right?)
After a while of sitting on the side of the road, a police officer came up to the girl and took her bag. He also handcuffed her easily in the state she was in, so drugged up she didn't know up from down. Walking her to the police cruiser was a little difficult considering the fact that the girl could hardly stand up straight, let alone that she was starting to struggle a bit. Finally getting her into the car, the police officer got into the front and started driving down the road, mumbling something about how the Hawthorne Juvenile Correctional Facility would straighten her ass out.
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