The Young and the Hopeless [John Murphy]

01 • prisoner #569

The Arc

Fuck I hated being sick. I hated being stuck in this damn prison cell. I hated being alone. I hated how I was driving myself insane here. To think that this was a place I used to call my home. Some shitty home this is.

I still never found out if he was okay. My best friend. My only friend. Was Diane okay? I still worry about them everyday and i have for the past 3 years. What if John isn't even alive?

My thoughts were interrupted by my cell door being opened.

"Prisoner #569 face the wall please." the guard said.

"What's going on?" I asked before doing as I was told and moved against the wall, still facing him.

"Prisoner #569 I said face the wall." The guard ordered again.

I faced the wall and did as I was told. The second guard walked in with a briefcase alongside him. He proceeded to set it down on the table and open it up. It seemed to contain some sort of bracelet with large needles protruding from the inside.

"What the hell is that!" I questioned the guard and began to resist his hold on my wrists.

"Prisoner #569 face the damn wall before you regret it." The second guard snapped.

"I'm sorry, was that a threat sir?" He began walking over with the bracelet in hand.

That piece of metal is not going around my arm, nor inside of it.

"You need this bracelet, so turn to the wall and stop struggling." The first guard tried to coax me. Fuck no, I wasn't having any of it.

"Get the hell off of me, I don't get briefed till I'm 18 and you should damn well know that!" I resisted harder and raised my voice towards the guards.

"Don't make us do this prisoner #569." The second guard got closer with the bracelet. So close to the point where i could feel the small prick of the needle.

After feeling that, they both realized I wasn't going to give them an easy time. The second guard put the bracelet down and helped the first one hold me against the wall.

"We're going to need backup in solitary cell #6" The first guard ordered into his shoulder radio.

I panicked and pushed through the guards. I just ran. Outside the cell I saw that all the other prisoners were being dragged away as well. What the hell are they doing with us?

A familiar yell caught my attention. Across the hall from my cell was a light brown haired boy around a foot taller than me, yelling for them to release him. I knew that boy.

"John!" I yelled and started sprinting down the hall. Guards caught sight of me and began running behind me.

"Ash?!" I heard John yell.

"JOHN RUN!" He broke out of the guards grip and ran in my direction.

Guards were behind me and getting closer but I needed to get to John. I haven't seen him in 3 years, I thought he was dead. Does this mean that Alex is still alive?

John got a lot closer as did I, until we were eventually in each other's arms again.

"Fuck, I thought you were dead Murphy!" I clutched to his torso as the tears built up.