The more she thought about Lilith, the more her head throbbed. Her limbs ached. Her bones felt like glass.
"Poison," she whispered.
Her eyes darted around the cell.
"She must've poisoned me. Some secret... invisible undetectable poison! That's why no one believes me—it's not normal!" she said, voice trembling with rage.
Her hands clawed at the concrete floor, nails chipping.
"This is her! Lilith! That bit*h!she poisoned me—!"
A loud voice snapped her out of her spiral.
"Can you shut up already?!" shouted the woman in the next cell, her voice rough from too many cigarettes and far too little patience.
"I've been in here for two days and you've cried twenty-three times, laughed nine, and accused someone of poisoning you with invisible smoke. What are you on?!"
Sienna's mouth fell open.
She opened her lips to reply, but all she could manage was a pathetic sniff.
And the woman added with a snort, "You don't need poison, sweetheart. You're rotting all on your own."
