The rain hammered against the rusted gates of Brookwood Juvenile Detention Center Aiyana froze at the entrance, her stomach twisting Internal Dialogue: Why here? i can still smell the rot, still feel the zip-ties biting her wrists from back then. Inside the infirmary — the body. Female. Former guard. Teeth smashed. Lips sewn shut. “WORTHLESS” carved into her stomach.
Aiyana’s breath caught. The walls felt too tight. The air, suffocating.
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