Some events loosely follow after Wentworth S05E08. Bridget tried to drown her sorrows away but then finds herself as a new inmate in H2 without any real memory of what happened. First attempt at writing fanfiction.

Sometimes minds are too broken to ever be put back together. Sometimes the pieces are missing, and eternally lost. Sometimes reaching out means falling off the precipice into an abyss. Sometimes a heartbeat is only a drum, rather than an indication of life, keeping time while you march toward your own demise. (I'm planning on going to some dark places with this. Rating will change)