Ninety

Chapter 5

Jail isn't that bad really, they provide you with food, a bed to sleep on and enough time to excerise...

Is what Max had said.

I think, jail is horrible. There's a foul smell around here, the beds are made of steel and a random dirty mattress thrown in, the physical activity is intense and would you be comfortable sharing a room with a serial killer?

I glanced at the dangerous woman near the corner smirking at us.

"Great, this is just what I needed," I commented sarcastically.

"I know right, pretty great. I don't mind spending the rest of my life here," Max replied.

He's seriously getting on my last nerves.

I sighed in defeat and slid my body towards the floor with my back against the wall.

Max screamed as a rat scurried over his foot. We all burst out laughing.

"Whatever," he said sheepishly.

"So, guys, any plans of getting out of here?" Jonah asked.

"We should bust out of here," Jordon replied.

"Wait, aren't we already in enough trouble as it is?" I asked in disbelief.

"You wanna live here for the rest of your life?" Jordon asked.

He had a point...

"We can some up with a plan tomorrow, right now, I'm tired," Max suggested.

I wanted to protest, since we would have class tomorrow, however I thought about how controlling I've  been today. I promised myself that after tomorrow, I would get my life back on track without...them.

I hopped onto one of the beds and wrapped the 'blanket' (A towel basically) over my head. Soon afterwards I drifted off into a deep sleep.

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"Alexa, psst,"

Someone whispered at me. I lifted the blanket off my head and glanced at the direction. My eyes stopped at Jonah, who's eyes were red.

"Yeah?" I replied in a shaky whisper.

"Why are you crying?"

"Its nothing. I'm fine."

"You're really not. I know how people are, it must be really bad because you had to wake up at 2:57am just to cry about it," he said looking concerned.

"Why are you crying?" I was hoping that I could change the subject.

"It's really personal."

"You tell me then I'll tell you," I suggested.

He climbed out of his bunker and walked towards mine. I slipped out of my blanket and we sat with our legs crossed in front of one another.

"Well, you better not tell anyone about this."

I nodded.

"So a while ago, I had a twin brother, he was just like me. We even had the same interests and hobbies. He'd always help me forget about my miserable life. One day, out of nowhere, he was cutting himself...y'know, on the wrist. I didn't know what to do to I told our parents, and so they took it too far. They took him to the hospital and the doctor said he had also been doing drugs. So my parents sent him to rehab, but then a few weeks ago found out that he had escaped, and ran off. We have absolutely no idea where he is and my father keeps putting the blame on me. What's worse my mom is a drug addict as well," he said as tears flooded out his eyes.