Random (and pointless) Veronica Mars drabble.
It wasn’t just a myth that you shouldn’t drop the soap when you’re behind bars. You shouldn’t even turn around... The first time you did, you got a bottle rammed up your ass and half of the inmates pinning you against the soap-scum tiles, hooting and hollering. Their stale breath clung to your cheeks, and their lips brushed your skin…it sent you into a blind rage. You fought with everything you had in you… It wasn’t enough. And you know now that resisting only made it worse. You couldn’t sit for three days. Three fucking days. Never again, you told yourself. So you did the only thing you could. You joined a gang and made yourself look like the toughest motherfucker there ever was, made a name for yourself and it was the last time someone fucked with you…even if you still cried at night for your dead mama and home…
I did have a Weevil icon, but I sacrificed it for my new Brian Kinney icon. Heh.
I did have a Weevil icon, but I sacrificed it for my new Brian Kinney icon. Heh.