( 'Quiet' is an understatement. The silence in the room is thick and deafening, drilling into Jesse's head like a pounding headache. He's pacing the room, a skinny arm hugged tight across his middle with his other hand up at his mouth, chewing at his thumbnail, when the girl in the other bed awakens. He stops in his tracks, cutting a jumpy look over at her as she gets up and catches pale sight of herself in the mirror. )
( Jesse is an agitated and ashen-faced sight: his dirty blond hair sticks up in anxiously finger-raked angles, and dark circles hang heavy beneath his blue eyes. A sickly film of sweat clings to his skin. Coming down off hard drugs is a bitch. )
Um... ( His gaze is dragged towards the vicious discolored ligature mark burned around her throat. He swallows nervously. Dread, as hollow and cold as Jane's glassy eyes had been when he'd found her dead next to him in his bed, pools into his gut. ) ...'Me, too'?
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( Jesse is an agitated and ashen-faced sight: his dirty blond hair sticks up in anxiously finger-raked angles, and dark circles hang heavy beneath his blue eyes. A sickly film of sweat clings to his skin. Coming down off hard drugs is a bitch. )
Um... ( His gaze is dragged towards the vicious discolored ligature mark burned around her throat. He swallows nervously. Dread, as hollow and cold as Jane's glassy eyes had been when he'd found her dead next to him in his bed, pools into his gut. ) ...'Me, too'?