stolen from styles

and you are?

HARRY'S P.O.V
i stared blankly at the chalk stained wall in front of me. i leant against the cold brick to draw yet another thin white line next to the field of others that had been building up over the last four years.

every stroke of chalk on that god dammed wall was another day i had been locked up, away from the freedom i had. away from the fun.

i was definitely proud. i was proud that what i had done had caused so much pain to so many people. even thinking about what i did caused a small smirk to form on my lips. but however triumphant i feel about my past, i knew it could never win. my whole body stiffened at the thought that there could still be a flicker of guilt burning inside me after all this time. as i began to question ideas of how to remove this guilt from me, the stumpy chalk I was holding crumbled under my tense grip.

"FUCK" i screamed, aggressively punching the near wall, creating yet another crimson river to add to my collection of scabs and scars that scattered my fist.

"breathe styles, breathe" i heard a familiar raspy voice say. fucking hell, can't he keep his bloody mouth shut. he just sits there in that dark cell opposite mine, talking to himself and occasionally to me, every single fucking day.

does he not remember who i am?
does he not understand that he's messing with a murderer?

i could end him and every single pathetic waste of a life that's in this shit hole.

"don't even fucking say another word. you have some nerve my friend, some absolute fucking nerve to even speak to me" i yelled, anger boiling inside me, beads of sweat began poring down my forehead,  "you better thank the Lord that there are these bloody metal bars between us" i screamed, lunging forward, clutching onto the cold iron poles keeping me in, "because if there weren't, you would be wishing you had never been fucking b-"

ADRIANNA'S  P.O.V
the fresh smell of recently cut grass wafted up my nostrils as i began my unfamiliar walk out of my small flat to my new job.

the place i had feared for so long would now be where i'd spend the most time. i could already see the huge ugly concrete building, towering over our small town. bricked up windows. closed doors.
every day the monstrous infrastructure reminded us what goes on inside.

people say that if you listen hard enough, you can hear the screams and cries of the madness from within its terrifying walls.

* * *

"Miss. Butler?" a stern looking woman asked as i walked up to her huge mahogany desk. i couldn't help but absorb the strange surrounding as i walked further and further into this nightmare.

"yes that's me" i politely replied, not wanted to get on the wrong side of her.

"we've been expecting you," her features instantly softened and her mouth curved into a small smile, "i'm Mrs. Smith, i'm the.." she started waving her hands around her head, "the um.. you could say manager" she laughed a slightly chilling laugh.

"you can just call me Adrianna" i nervously giggled.

"well Adrianna, follow me. i need you to fill out some paperwork and then the jobs yours!" she stood up from her chair and opened a near draw, pulling out a mountain of papers.

"medical insurance, confirmation forms, pay checks..." she went on and on, naming every single thing i would need to sign. i wasn't listening tho. i was too busy looking around. it was so dark and glum and no-one looked happy, well if that was even possible.