Rogue ✔

Chapter Five : Escape

All I know, is if my skin bled, like the ink drip from by pen.
My bed, would be drenched in the scarlett rosefred.
I'd drown in all my mistakes."

The doors closed in front of me just as the swarm of guards rounded the corner. I was safe. For now. I knew that relief was short lived.

I had to formulate a plan and quickly. I knew that the prison was on lockdown. But I didn't know if it was the entire building. There were 4 stories to this prison. The bottom being where the lower class prisoners sat. The bottom floor was where field trips and interviews with prisoners often took place. All the inmates there had lighter charges than what the top floor inmates did.

Most were just theft or burglary. A few minor charges of assault. None were murderers. I belonged in the first floor. Not the top with the crazies.

I had no idea what I was going to do once I got out of this elevator. There was no doubt in my mind that I would be spotted and recognized. I was in a neon yellow jumpsuit, how could I not be? I thought about taking the jumpsuit off... But then I'd be walking around the prison half naked.

It was slightly less dangerous than the jumpsuit... But still dangerous enough to cause unwanted attention.

I decided to leave on the jumpsuit, just for the sake of my dignity.

As I neared the first floor, I decided to just wing it. It was too unpredictable. I was either going to escape or die trying. Maybe if I can find someone who I can persuade to help me. I dismissed the thought. No one wanted to help a Rouge. I don't blame them, I probably look like I carry rabies.

The doors opened suddenly and I looked around only to see calm hysteria. There was a large group of people being rushed into a doorway. Young people. Was that the way out of here? I studied the people more closely. They looked young. Like high school kids. My mind instantly connected the dots... this was a class field trip to the local prison.

Cute.

A young girl split off from the crowd. She walked to the right a ways and entered a completely different room. A small blue sign over the doorway  read RESTROOM.

If I could just get over there... The restroom was just over 20 yards away... Maybe if I ran fast enough... I could make it. I just couldn't be spotted.

Now or never, Paige. The voice in the back of my head told me. I didn't have long before I was seen in this elevator.

I carefully stepped out of the elevator and fast walked over to the restroom. My hair covering my face.

I made my way inside and hurriedly locked the door behind me. There I waited for several minutes... My heart pounding. Did anyone see me?
Most likely. Did they tell anyone what they saw? That was the real question. I never would have guessed that a walk as short as that might have been so life changing. I now had a chance at escape.

"...Hello?" A small voice rang out of a stall. It was the girl. For a moment I had forgotten that she was even here. A few moments later she stepped out of the stall after hearing the sound of a toilet flush.

She was pretty, she had long rust colored hair that fell down to her waist and pretty blue eyes. A lot like my mothers. I studied her. She was a bit taller than me... and had a smaller bust than I did. Other than that... she would do.

She was also scrawny, wouldn't  put up much of a fight.

I watched as her blue eyes widened at my appearance. I doubt I looked good. I hadn't showered in five days. And I truly hadn't seen my appearance in 4 years. I wasn't allowed a mirror like some of the other inmates.

My left hand quickly shot out and grabbed her wrist while my right hand covered her mouth to stop her from screaming. I leaned close to her ear and told her,

"Listen... I'm not going to hurt you. I just need your clothes. Like an outfit swap." Girls did that all the time, right? The girl just nodded her head and her eyes started to shine with moisture.

Crybaby. 

"We can do this two ways..." I waited for her name.

"Rebecca" she murmured through my hand.

"Alright. We can do this two ways, Rebecca. One, I can remove my hand from your mouth and let you undress yourself without screaming. Two, you can scream when I move my hand, I knock you out and change you myself. Got it?" I finished. She quickly nodded her head. Smart kid.

"Good girl, Rebecca."

I slowly removed my hand from her mouth. She didn't scream.

Good girl.

-5 minutes later-

I now had on her clothing. A striped navy blue tank top paired with some simple blue jeans. The shirt was a little tight in the chest department and the pants were a bit too long. It fit though. I could work with it. I looked down at the shoes. They were simple black sneakers. A small logo with the word Converse was on the side.

Another fun fact; They were huge.

Damn... this girl had big feet.

I also stole her backpack and cash out of her wallet along with a credit card. I knew from the times that I ran away from juvy, how to use a credit card.  I grabbed a black hairtie from her wrist to hold back my hair. I needed to blend in.

She still sat on the bathroom floor... only now wearing my jumpsuit. She was starting to cry. I kinda felt guilty, that is until I realized that she would be fine. Yeah... She would lose fifty bucks and whatever was in her bank account. Yeah, she would lose her backpack and some clothes. But she could walk out of this bathroom after me and expect not to die.

Not all of us had that luxury.

With a final parting glance at Rebecca, I walked out the door.