Her friends visited her. Vanessa's boyfriend brought her "something" to drink. Brenda stood in front of the cell, holding the large, square shawl up while the girl changed, so she could protect Nina's modesty; as if Nina had ever had any modesty to begin with. Nina wanted to kill Vanessa's friends, with their doe eyed sympathy and soft words, but Nina found she couldn't kill them. It was hard to kill someone you started to think of as family.


"Please talk to us, Nina." pleaded Vanessa, reaching through to touch her back. "We know you'd never hurt anyone."


Nina is a cranky, snarky, short-tempered loner, but only to hide the horrific pain her memories bring her. this it a scene from my latest story.