Disclaimer: Please note that Jillian is my character and that any other character (unless noted) is not my creation in any way. Also, Cell Block 5 in upcoming chapters is not my creation either.

Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip... This is the sound I hear every morning, every afternoon, every night. I am living with this sound in my ears. It's draining in and out of my conscience every second of every waking day? What you ask this 'drip' is about? Try to guess. It could be a faucet dripping, it could be the leaky tin roof.

Or it could be the blood of my husband dripping off of my hands, onto the floor.