~Trixie~
When I woke up, I was on a cold hard floor, my feet shackled to the legs of a cot that was bolted to the ground. I was in an orange jumpsuit with numbers on the breast. I lifted my head to see my reflection staring at me; warped and mutated by the silver metal of the toilet bowl.
Oh yeah, Reno jail. I just got transferred to this jail to be closer to court. Between the withdrawals and the crappy food, I’ve been alternating from puking my brains out and sweating through my clothes to sleeping for hours and shivering so bad from the chills I cracked a tooth.
I heard a loud bang on my cell door. The guard opened the little peephole and peered in. “Inmate. Rec time,” she barked.
I heard the buzz of my door being unlocked and sat up on the cot. The guard entered to u
