Isolated. {Lams}

Chapter Twenty Four

Alex Pov
I desperately was sawing through the bars of the vent with the teeth of the barber clippers.

"Come on, hurry up." John said, putting his hands on my shoulders.

"I'm going as fast as I fucking can! These are barber clippers, not like, a saw!" I exclaimed.

"I know,
I know.
The other guys need to use em though. Just..
try and be quick, aight babe?"
He asked.

"Oh so I've been upgraded from kid to babe, huh? I like it," I hummed, continuing to saw through the bars.

He sighed, most likely rolling his eyes.

"We need to do this before the morning." He said.

"Yeah,
yeah.
You fuckin told me already. It's more difficult then it looks." I hissed.

"It can't be that hard." He muttered. "Oh! So you wanna try? Because I will gladly take a fucking break."

{A/N:He takes breaks for John and John only ;) }

"Fine." He said, taking the barber clippers and trying himself.

"My god, this is going to take ten years." John muttered.

"Oh,
oh,
what was that?
Are you having some difficulty sawing through the vent?"

He looked down from the vent and glared at me.

"I have barber clippers in my hand. I will fuckin shave your head, now stop talking." He hissed.

I rolled my eyes.
"If we get caught doing this then-"

"We will get in big trouble and most likely go to solitary confinement. Yes. I know." John replied, not bothering to look at me.

"I got it."
He said after like, ten fucking minutes.

I'm impatient, okay?
And the fact that I've very anxious right now is not helping.

We're breaking out of prison.
I have a right to be a tad scared.

"See?" He said smiling.
"Whatever. Lemme saw through the Plexiglas, and give me my candle."
I said.

John nodded, handing me both the candle and 'kite' string.

I immediately went to work, trying to slash through the Plexiglas.

Doing so creates heat from the friction, so the string more like a saw then the barber clippers are.

I slowly brought the lit candle to the Plexiglas and started to burn a hole through it.

John tried to blow away all the smoke like smells.

"Hand me a blanket." I said.
"Of course." He said, handing it to me. I put the candle and string on the bed and put the blanket around my fist.

I punched through the glass and was almost immediately cut.

"Fuck!" I hissed, retracting my arm and holding it to my chest.

"Oh my god,
oh my god."
I whispered.

"Did you cut yourself on the glas- that's a lot of fucking blood!" John exclaimed.

I tightened my grasp around my arm and winced.

"T-that's a lot of fuckin blood." I repeated.

"Shit, what do you want me to do?" He frantically asked.

"Shit John, I don't know!" I exclaimed. "Uh..bandages, right?" He asked.

"Mhm."
I forced out, trying my best not to,
you know,
die.

I cut my fucking wrist on this stupid fucking glass.

"You still have the bandages from when you broke your nose, right?" He asked.

"Y-yeah," I said, my voice strained.
"Under your bed,  I think."

"Why is it..
doesn't matter."
He muttered, practically sprinting down the bed ladder and to his own bed.

He found the bandages in a blink and was up on my bed almost instantly.

"Just try and stay awake, aight?" He asked.

"Right.
Right."
I whispered.

I took the blanket off my wrist and saw blood gushing out of my arm. I had to look away so I didn't have a second look at my already devoured lunch.

John gagged and started to wrap the bandages around my arm. I hissed in pain, screwing my eyes shut.

I heard John gag again.

"Will you stop that?"
I asked, yelping when he tightened the bandage.

"It's fucking gross!" He whisper shouted.

I looked at my arm, then I gagged.

"See? And you're not even touching it!" John told me.

"Yeah?
Well it's my fucking arm! I can feel it John!" I said.

He put the blanket on my arm and muttered something along the lines of, "I don't wanna see that shit anymore."

I panted softly, adrenaline
(and blood)
still quickly rushing through my veins.

"That hurt." I said.
"Oh really? Never woulda guessed."
John replied.

I scoffed, still trying to keep my eyes open.

John hugged me and whispered,
"You sure you're aight?"

"I'm fine John. It was just..
overwhelming.
And very painful.
Still very painful to be honest."
I replied.

He nodded, pulling away. John kissed my cheek and looked back to the vent.

"Well on the bright side, the Plexiglas is broken." He said.

I chuckled, tearing my eyes from my arm and back to the destroyed vent.

There was a tiny price of glass still on the vent, my blood covering it.
I resisted the urge to throw up.

"That's so fucking gross." John muttered, ripping the bloody glass out of the vent.

It was silent for a second.
We made eye contact and both laughed, horrified yet relieved laughs.

"Okay, now we just need to get through the..tiny ass hole."
John said, looking back to the small hole in the ceiling.

How are we supposed to get through that?

"Shit."