Prison || Harry Styles

Chapter 3

Alina

I tapped my foot to the faint but familiar rhythm of Sweet Georgia Brown as it wafted down the line of cells. The sweet song probably coming from one of the guards radio sets. I sighed as I played with the small photograph of my mother in my hand.

"My Darlings! Breakfast is ready!" Her sugar sweet voice filled the house as I skipped down the stairs to the kitchen. The smell of farm fresh eggs and bacon filled my nostrils and I smiled. 'How does she ever have time to do this for us?' I shook my head as I sat down at the worn mahogany table where my sister and I sat every morning. The table was stained and chipped in countless places, from where my sister and I had tried needlepoint and she stabbed the needles into the table out of frustration. Or when I was going to do the laundry and accidentally spilled a bit of bleach. But mother was never mad at us, and she refuses to get a new table, because this one is 'filled with memories' as she would say.

My older sister of two years, my only sibling, stomped down the stairs in her new bright yellow, polka dotted dress that she just got last week. A scowl was plastered on her face, and when Mama saw it she just rolled her eyes in amusement. "Someone looks quite irritable, it looks like you need some food, Margaret." She let out a groan before composing herself and answering, "Sure, fine." I smirked, "What's wrong Margie?" She scowled again before replying. "Donald Fillman asked Betty Jean Kleeman do the spring fling dance." I raised my eyebrows, "So? I thought you wanted to go to the spring fling dance with-" I made my voice go high and I clasped my hands together, as if I was madly in love, "Dreamy Charles Bretz." She scoffed at me. "Well of course I do. But I still wanted Donald Fillman to ask me to make Betty Jean jealous."

"You, my dear sister, are ridiculous. Absolutley ridiculous." I told her as I brought my empty dish to the sink to wash it off. I small smile was clearly evident on my face, as well as Margarets. Margaret was one of the most popular girls at Hillman High School, even though she was only a junior. Everything with her was about keeping her status. "I know." She replied with a grin plastered on her face as she made her way next to . "Don't forget to take your medication this morning." I told her. The grin was immidiatly replaced with an angry frown. "You don't have to tell me what to do," She said shoving me into the kitchen wall, "I'm not an idiot freshman like you." 

"Now ladies!" Mama scolded, "Be gentle with each other now." Sometimes we get along so well, and then other times Margaret will get all violent and just horrible. She may be the kindest, prettiest, most envied girl in school, but at home she could be a real monster.

I recalled the memory in my head. It felt as if it was just yesterday, even though it was a good four years ago. I could feel the tears brimming in my eyes, threatening to spill. But I saw Harry being escorted by a guard back to his cell, and I shook my head, and placed a lazy smile on my face, keeping up my walls, not letting anyone in, not even letting anyone know that I had any walls. I just made everyone think I was always just peachy, and perfectly sane. Well, as sane as anyone could be in a prison.

Harry was thrown back into his cell by Jimmy. He locked the cell, and the look on Harry's face was clear that he wasn't particularly fond of him. Jimmy stood outside my cell, placing his arms through the bars, leaning on his elbows that were set on the iron. "Haven't seen you in a while, Al."

"Yeah, well you know me," I replied sarcastically, "I'm always out and about." He let out a genuine laugh, causing a smile to tug at my lips. "You know what today is?" I raised my eyebrows, "What?"

'Today's Tuesday." I let out a huge smile. "Already?" I questioned. "Wow, the days just seem to fly by. Finally, Tuesday once again."

"What's Tuesday?" Harry saked, butting into the conversation. I replied quickly, beating Jimmy to it, "It's where our section of inmates, theres about thirty of us, get to go out into the prison yard. We also do it on Thursdays." He nodded his head, showing that he understood. "So we get to go outside?"

"That's what she just said." Jimmy snapped. Harry put his hands up as if putting up a white flag, "I was just wanting to clarify." Jimmy shook his head before turning on his heels and leaving. No one spoke until he was clearly out of our hall. Harry was the first to speak, "So Alina," the name slid off his toungue like honey, "What's his problem?" I shrugged my shoulders and turned to look at him, his forehead was leaning on the bars that separated us. "I dunno. He gets pretty weird sometimes, but he's the only person that really talks to me, so..." I faded off before continuing again, " I dunno." Harry nodded, as if signaling that he understood. "Yeah I get it." His voice was raspy and tired. He ran a hand through his hair. "It gets lonely." I walked across my cell and sat down at the wall of bars that separated my cell from Harry's. Our beds were on opposite sides of the room from each other, his on the far right, and mine on the far left. But we sat on the cold hard concrete to talk, back to back, instead of the dingy matresses on the creaky metal beds that we were provided.

We didn't have windows in the cells, but there was small windows in the hall, showing the Pacific Ocean. It was actually a pretty amazing view. Today the ocean was wild. Waves crashed against each other, as if the were at a never-ending war, trying to eliminate each other. Somedays, they stayed unmoving, but the next day they could be crashing against each other as is their life depended on it. I suppose people are like waves, we can start out as small, happy things, but then a wave crashes against us, and we get bigger, and then another crashes against us, but we don't crash back, no, we don't we just get bigger and bigger until we are a giant wave. We are a tsunami. And those people who are tsunamis, no matter how strong they look, will eventually crash, destroying not just everything around them, but destroying themselves in the process.

The ocean was wild today. The sky was a dark grey, even though it was only about noon. Harry and I sat back to back in silence for what seemed like hours, until two guards came to escort us to the highlight of my week, getting to go outside to the prison yard. But this time was different, because though the sky had cleared up, and the ocean was still, Alcatraz was still filled with crashing waves. Waves that crashed against each other everyday, and though it was seldom that there was a crazy event in Alcatraz, a crazy person that was in Alcatraz, there is a couple of people, those waves that get stronger everyday, there are people that turn into tsunamis, and when they crash, they can destroy not only everyone around them, but their own selves. And you could feel it when a tsunami is about to crash. And you could feel it today.

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