The Unwanted Encounter (Ash Lynx x Reader)

38) Yut Lung

I sat in a jail cell, the ones where they temporarily chuck people in. Aside from me, there were 2 other people sitting there; a 36-ish year middle aged woman with wild black hair and messy clothes, probably a drug addict— who sat on the left side of the jail cell. And a white girl with a fluffy afro who sat on the right side of the jail cell whilst I leaned against the wall in the middle. The girl with the afro looked more my age, maybe 1 or 2 years younger. Her hair was neat and styled in a classy way, her clothes looked pretty clean and she herself looked like a happy person, minus the fact she was rotting in a temporary jail cell. I wonder what she did to get in here that early in the morning, especially being this young. Well, I'm no better anyways because I'm here aswel.

I leaned against the wall, my head resting on my left knee, my right leg rested on the concrete pavement as I just looked ahead trough the opening of the steel bars. My mind was going trough different alternative situations Ash would be in right now in the hospital. He might be fighting for his life, and there I was, sitting in a jail cell. I was extremely annoyed and worried for him. The paramedics had taken him in the ambulance and drove off to a hospital immediately after I had gotten arrested, which was a little relieving.

"Hey." Said the girl breaking my train of thoughts, sliding next to me as she looked at me. I gave her a side glance and nodded, not in the mood to engage in a conversation. The middle aged woman looked pretty tripped up to even pay attention to the girl and me— so she just stared at the concrete ground beneath her whilst sitting in a cross-cross position.

"Not much of a talker eh? Well, that's okay! I'm Cièlle (A/n: pronounced as in ci-elle)." Said the girl with a wide smile. How can someone be so happy in a place like this?

"Y/n." I replied dryly as I looked in front of me.

"Y/n, hmm. That's a nice name. So.. Why are you here?" Cièlle asked, curiosity lacing her question . I could tell she meant no harm by asking me why and what I was doing in jail, but I had learnt to not trust strangers by the hard way.

"And I'm supposed to tell you because..?" I asked, dodging her question.

"Ahhh! I get it now. So you're on of those types of people who don't open up to other people and stay quiet. Aww, that's okay." She said, scratching her cheek.

"And you're on of those that are happy for no reason, even in a jail cell." I stated in monotone with a stoic look on my face, finally looking at the petite girl with brown eyes.

"Yupp! You saw right trough me." She said, enthusiastically. "Well, I'm here because of shoplifting." She said, a little too happily.

"Oh." I said, with a deadpanned expression. How can someone even be smiling like that in a jail cell. I wish I could be like that, geez.

"Soo, do you go to a school in this area?"

"I've already graduated."

"Soo, you're in college then!"

"No."

"What, but whyy?"

"Didn't feel like it."

"Oh, I see I see. I'm a junior!"

"Ok."

"Do you have hobbies?"

"No."

"Mine are drawing and dancing."

"Cool."

"Ehh, how can someone be in a bad mood like this so early in the morning." She said, crossing her legs as she rested her head in her palm. "So you really are one of those depressed-emo kids." She stated pretty casually after asking me, what felt like, 100 questions.