Blood is Thicker:
The early morning sun shone through Helena’s window, the bars creating an eerie pattern on the wall. She laid in bed trying to recall the night before, was it a dream? The door remained closed, her covers pulled up around her neck, it must’ve been a dream. Then she glanced over at the curtain separating her and Missy, she found it splattered with blood and half torn from the hooks in the ceiling.
Helena had the worst hangover she’d ever experienced, but at seventeen she hadn’t really experienced one before. With great effort, she slid out of bed grunting has her feet hit the floor. Holding her head with one hand and stabilizing herself with the other she reached to pull the curtain back to check on Missy.
She expected the worst, anticipated the blood covering the barri
