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Life On The Murder Scene

Chapter 2

"Wakey wakey Frank." My eyes adjusted to the light pouring out from my bedroom window, and then i was reminded i was not at home. It stunk in here, my clothes, the bedding and everything. The bitch of a cop was at my arm, and tugging me from my bed to the chiefs room. I remembered it all from yesterday.
The way i had held the gun in my hands, and how i shot like a maniac. The sight of blood stained on clothes, and the rapid flash of the police cars lights. The way i had guiltily gave myself in to the police, and attempted to shut my mouth on the whole journey.
Like everything i had experienced, it was just a memory and nothing more than a joke to laugh at. I had to pay and that's why i was here, so instead of laughing about it, it was expected i owe myself to the workers that made me slave around here. I had heard about prison and that no longer than a day after you'd been there you had to start working. This means tomorrow i would be a full time slave. Great...
"Why are you newbies always so lazy, c'mon move your ass!" The girl moaned, as i started trailing behind her to the designated room, her grip still firm on my arm. She was only just a bit shorter than me so i could just tackle her than run right now, however i'm pretty sure if i attempted to escape i'd just get electrocuted on the barbed wire outside.
"Here he is Bob, quite the tired one i must say." She nudged me forward into the dank blue office. I looked around at the loosely framed pictures of criminals scattering the wall as i made my way forward to the seat the man behind the desk gestured for me to sit in.
"Bye sir." I turned and saw Hayley slam the door behind me, and a gust of air blow some of the paperwork of the desk, which i every so kindly didn't bother to help him pick up. The man behind the desk had a little silver plack sitting in front of me which read 'Chief Bob Bryar.' He had blonde hair sculpting his face, and which drew around to form a stubbly beard. He had a plain looking expression, and down turned angry eyebrows.
I didn't bother to put the effort in of smiling at him, because i was pretty sure he wouldn't return it. I just slouched back further into the wooden chair and sighed.
"Hmm, so lets see....Frank Iero right?"
"Yeah that's my name, don't wear it out." I grunted back. Welcome to Happy Ville, where a yeti checks your criminal reports and sings your fucking praises about them in a little blue room.
"So would you care to explain what happened yesterday evening to me, and i can get some notes on that. The quicker you are, the faster you can get back with Hayley and she can show you around a bit." Oh great, so now i had to pretend to be jolly here. Now i had to cross my fingers and hope that there were some friendly people here, and not similar to the people who attempted to murder me.
"I was coming out of my work to go back to my flat....like a normal person. I then attempt to go through the alleyways to my home with ought getting mugged, but you guessed it...i do." I exaggerated my hand gestures by swinging up and down on my chair, and nearly breaking the legs when i grind my heels into them. "A group of four corner me and threaten to shoot me if i don't give them all the possessions i have on me. I told them i didn't have any because i didn't...they didn't believe me....so i tripped the guy up and took his gun. Before they went to attack me, i pulled the trigger and....yeah."
"And was that a clever idea do you think?" No of course not mister sunshine! Let's just get this over and done with and give him a decent response.
"No, but i didn't want to die...at least not yet. But now i'm here i guess i have a great excuse to." He sighed, and pushed the few strands of short hair from his face. With ought replying i let him carry on writing some confidential stuff down with a crappy Biro where the ink hardly worked.
I think Bob didn't really care what my excuse was from his facial expressions. He seemed like the kind of guy which would let me off, however secretly always have a angst against me. I couldn't shake off the feeling of him not forgiving me and making me stay here, it was sitting in his eyes.
"You can go Frank, thanks for at least trying to give me a half decent response to my questions." He let the Biro fall into the bin, as i pushed myself off of the chair. How fucking rude of him. I should be given a night hood for how good my answers were in there.
After slamming the door and going to walk back to my cell i saw Hayley with her buzzing orange hair. She grinned slightly, and seemed to show a warmer shine towards me. I softened my expression a bit so i wasn't clenching my jaw in anger, but just about smiling.
"Did Bob tell you i have to show you around a bit?" I nodded.
"Right then, there's not much to do but first i'll show you the floors and shi-" Her eyes widened a bit, and her pace slowed, realizing what she just nearly said. "Sorry, i shouldn't be swearing."
"Ah don't worry, you'll hear it from me more than enough." She laughed a bit, and continued to take my around the corridors.
For a few hours i was dragged along endless amounts of hallways and told what they were for. The bottom floor had the large loud cafeteria, some of the head and executive workers offices. It was all kind of boring, with the white washed walls and crumbling paperwork sitting practically everywhere we went. The rest of the floors were just there to home cells with kicking and screaming prisoners. Some would recognize me as a prisoner and would lash out to grab my hand or scream 'Run!' I knew they had had there fair share of years here and were just going mad. I swear i hope i wouldn't go crazy.
Every floor we went to there was a patrol officer who would watch us and take care of us. Most of them were nice, and fairly calm like Hayley with funny personalities. It seemed i'd get along with them, but i didn't like them to the point of wanting to be friends with them. Although that was forbidden, it didn't mean i could have a friendship with Hayley. I was sneaky with that sort of thing. No one would catch me.
"This is the last floor now, and i'm pretty sure it's yours....sorry there are just so many people here it's hard to remember who goes where."
"It's been a day and i can't remember my cell so don't worry."
"You've been through a lot of shit since you've got here though, and i know that you aren't guilty for killing those men." I looked back at her again, and processed what she had just said. She didn't think i was guilty? And there was me getting over worked that everyone here would think i was a physcho.
"Sorry about that, just letting my mouth take me places." She opened the door to the top floor, and took me down the corridor whilst adjusting her hair a bit tighter into a firm bun.
"Right, so i think you might like the last patrol officer here. Me and him are good friends, and he gets along with almost everyone."
"Friends?" I smirked at her, and she just threw her head back a bit.
"Staff are allowed to be friends, and i do have a boyfriend...not him."
"I'll believe that." We carried on walking until we came to the end of the corridor. We waited a few minutes until i saw a shadowy figure near us. The hallway was long so it looked like it became slightly awkward as we watched him come closer to us. I think i even heard Hayley snigger once next to me.
The guy soon came up to us, and in a swift movement pushed his hood down and zipped open his jacket. I watched slowly as he shook his head of the wisps of hair that stuck to it, and met his eyes on mine. I turned slightly and blushed at his sudden stare. I wasn't going to lie about this guy being attractive, and me checking him out whilst Hayley talked to him.
He had Jet black hair that ran down to his shoulders and gorgeous hazel eyes that flickered over my face. His face was pale and ghostly, and his lips were stretched up into a adorable side smile. He was taller then me lets say, and looked quite hot wearing all black clothes and tight fitting jeans. Damn..
"Hi, i'm Gerard." And he stretched his hand out to shake mine.

Notes

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Comments

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1/4/15

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12/31/14

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12/30/14

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