The Siren

Chapter 29~Epilogue

I walked to the building. It was large, grey and dull. The walls were built of stone. This place always gave me a lump in my throat; but I ignored it and walked in anyways.

As I walked in it seemed as if the temperature didn't change. There was no heat in this building, and if there was, it was very minimal. The walls were bare and the ceilings were high. I gave a small smile at the receptionist and fixed my guitar strap that laid across my chest and continued walking. They know me well here. I'm no stranger.

I walked in to the rowdy room. Cells lined up from left to right, stacked one on top of the other, at least four stories high with an opened center way. Though the room was loud it hushed at my appearance. I remember it didn't take long to gain the cell mates respect. It just took me a strum of my guitar and an arpeggio of my voice. 

I walked a bit down the rows and finally got to my cell, the one I tried to reach. I sat down in front of the bars onto a plastic chair that was set out for me. I sat down and took out my guitar. I looked up to meet my hero. 

Ashton. 

After that night a little over a year ago, the night where there was the massacre of the haddix force, and Richards men were after me and attacked, Ashton was the one who came to save me. Though he didn't do it on his own, it took former haddix force members to actually drag me away from the trouble, Ashton still came to the rescue.

And for that he has to sit here in a prison cell.

For life.

Ashton leans against the bars, hands gripping them tight as he watches me carefully. I frowned, holding back the tears as I think of the night that seems so long ago. The night that almost got me killed, where the doctors almost lost hope for me. 

I took a deep breath and began strumming my guitar. Prisoners surrounding me in their cells as I sit in the middle in the open. The room was quiet except for the echo of my guitar. My voice came out raw as I began to sing.

Over the past year, my voice seemed to lose its affect. I couldn't hypnotize people like I could have before. I mean, Maybe I can but I certainly don't try. The last time I tried I got a job in a secret police force and created a massacre and almost died. But even though my voice doesn't have the same effect, its still brings tranquility to the restless. The prison keepers don't mind that I come in once a week and calm down the prisoners. Although its nice I am helping all but everyone knows I am really here for Ash. 

My voice shakes as I come to the end of the song, I sit there and pack up my guitar, no extra words here or there, I just came to sing. Just like I always had the past couple months after I got out of the hospital. I zipped up the guitar case and swung it over my shoulders. 

"Ella," Ash calls out to me. I turn and give him a confused look. I have been going to him for the past couple months and that is the first thing he has ever said to me. "I need to tell you something, tell the guard I requested to talk to you." He stated firmly. I don't know if I am allowed to do that, but I nod.

I walked down the hall, back to the door. The room slowly begins to increase in noise as the prisoners start up their chatter and yells. The guard opened the door for me, she reminded me so much of Deborah. "Excuse me, Ashton told me to tell you that he wants to request a talk with me. Is that alright?" I ask her. She sighs.

"Not really, but You are still a member of the haddix force which gives you seniority so just go sit in the room three doors down to the left hallway, I will bring him over." I nodded and gave her a small thanks.

I walked down to the room and opened it. It was a private room but I am positive that there is a looking glass for the guards to watch over and they can hear and record everything said in here.