Alcatraz

Letter 22- Z A Y N

Dear Niall,

This letter is written in extreme haste, so I apologise in advance for the poor quality and abnormally short length of it.

Things aren’t well here at Alcatraz as of late. It started the night of the fireworks, actually. I ended up going to the courtyard to watch the childish spectacle, but it wasn’t at all an enjoyable evening for me. The hours were spent in secluded silence, save for the loud bursts of fireworks. As much as I used to love watching the colourful display of lights, they seemed dim in comparison to your radiant smile that I was able to witness the day you first came physically into my life. Since then, nothing can compare to that sight. The fireworks display only reopened the hole in my heart that was created when I had to watch you walk away from me and back into your normal life. It tore me apart then, and your absence has torn me apart once again. What I’m trying to say, I guess, is that I miss you terribly. But back to what I was telling you. The whole night of the Fourth was quite a bore, to be honest. The inmates all tend to stay away from me, or if they do come near me, it’s to start a fight or spit cruel words in my face. I’m not sure which scenario is worse. The only person who is even remotely kind to me is one of the guards, a warden actually. Sam Hamilton is his name. He’s the one who approved your visitation and eventually escorted you out when the time was up. A good man, really. He may appear to be emotionless at times, but his heart is in the right place. I’m not sure what it is about me and my backstory that warmed him up to me, but I’m grateful to have someone I can sort of count on as an ally, should I need one. Besides, you of course. How does that song go again? “I can count on you, like four, three, two, you’ll be there…” Something like that. But yes, that’s how I view our relationship. Thanks for always being there for me, Niall. You’re a lifesaver, literally.

Like I was saying, I can’t exactly place my finger on it, but there’s just something… off around here. It’s like there’s a dark cloud looming over the whole prison, sucking the once-positive charges with it and leaving nothing but doom and gloom behind. I fear that right now, we’re only experiencing a sort of torrential rain; it’s not ideal, but it’s of no immediate threat. I can only hope there is no lightning to go along with this storm, because my gut feeling says that these are no ordinary times here at Alcatraz. Something bigger, something infinitely worse is coming. And it’s coming to stay.

I don’t mean to worry you too much, but I think you deserve to know what’s going on. That’s why I’ve decided to share this with you in my letter today. The inmates are all restless on edge and the dirty looks I’ve been receiving have gotten much more frequent than they used to be, even at the time of the beating incident. I can’t help but to assume that there are some nasty rumours circulating Alcatraz about me, but I cannot imagine what could be worse than the accusations already made about me in court. Maybe I’m just over-exaggerating and reading too deeply into things, but I just had to get that off my chest. It’s probably nothing, really. I’ve heard whisperings that Alcatraz costs far more than tax payers are willing to fund, so maybe it is being shut down? Or one of the guards might’ve gotten “involved” with a prisoner again (yes, I do mean again). Don’t ask about that one, I’m sorry to have even brought it up. The other inmates wouldn’t tell me if something were to have happened, so it’s likely they’re just keeping secrets to spite me. The scenarios are quite endless. The explanation probably has nothing to do with me. I feel quite silly for writing this paranoid letter now, but I must send it anyway. The guards have been hounding me to get back to my cell for nearly a half hour now and I’d rather not anger them by keeping them waiting any longer while I write something actually worth reading.

I must bid you farewell for now, my dearest Nialler. Take care, love.

Zaynie xx

Dedicated to zarrymakesmesmile because I was a meanie and I feel really bad :/ Sorry, love <3

Like I told her, this story is nearly over; only a few more letters and an epilogue (and maybe a bonus chapter or two, but we'll see). So yes, Alcatraz is coming to an end, but there's a lot more action packed into the coming chapters. The response I get to this and the final chapters will help me guage how to plan the ending of the book (like whether I will add the bonus chapters), so vote and comment if you want a little more of this story :)

So what do you think is going on that has Zayn and the other prisoners on edge? All will be revelead soon, so maybe your theories will be proven true :)

Anybody up for a double update tonight? ;) ***EDIT*** Instead of a double update, I posted the prologue of my new story "Rush." Check it out!

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