A Day in The Life

One, Two, Three

Isabella blanched, staring at the other girl with an expression. Her back made contact with the stone wall behind her, sending a shiver through the girl's entire body. "No way. I'm not doing it."

The other girl-Alex, Isabella remembered- froze stiff, hand halfway through the gap between two metal bars. "I thought you wanted to get out of here." Her voice, although quiet, bounced off the walls and the sound was channeled. "Plus, neither option is good for you right now."

Her temper flaring, Isabella walked over and snatched the bronze cell keys out of a surprised Alex's hand. "Like you're suddenly such an expert? I want to get out of here, no doubt...but you're a wild card."

"And you're not?"

Isabella opened her mouth to retort, but her temper flared out as quickly as it had sprung up. Slowly, she handed the cell keys back to Alex, who took them with a grim smile and quietly unlocked the door before swinging it open. 

Quietly, Isabella and Alex snuck out of their cell- if it could really be called that, with its bench and bars. Alex clutched the keys in her hand, knowing in the back of her mind that her DNA would be discovered upon it later on by the police's Forensics Team but no longer caring. After a second of consideration, she tucked the key ring into her pocket briefly before quickly tossed it into the empty guard booth.

"What're you doing?" Isabella hissed. She hid against one of the security booth's walls, hands visibly clenched and tucked inside the pockets of the jeans she was wearing. "Are you trying to get us caught?"

Alex felt her head snap up in alarm before she was even consciously aware of it. "Just because you helped me, and then we had an unpleasant experience together, doesn't give you the right to talk to me that way!"

"That's rich, especially coming from you," was Isabella's only retort. The silence hung between them like an iron curtain,  and neither of them spoke a single word until they were safely out of the police station and into the bright morning sun. Alex, refusing to show weakness to anyone (even though the street was filled with pedestrians going about their business, very few actually looked in Alex and Isabella's direction), stared ahead into the sea of people ahead of them for a few moments. Then, she quickly took off down the street.

Isabella seemed completely lost in thought, and so she didn't notice at all that she had been left behind. "I don't think you've ever been this quiet," she added with a laugh. "Cat got your tongue?"

There was no response.

"Cat got your tongue. It's a joke... jeez, you really are quite a dreadful person to be around, you know that?" Isabella added, another shred of unease prickling her skull when there was no witty retort. She looked around for Alex with the alarm on her face multiplying by the second, before being replaced by anger. "Why, that little twit!"

After that, Alex took off. 

She ran down the street as fast as her feet would take her, not paying attention to any of the passing pedestrians and jostling quite a few in the process. Despite the embarrassing redness of her ears, the pace of her frantic footsteps never slowed until she reached the entrance to the subway and rushed down the steps.

"Finally, escaped that girl's hawk eyes," Alex whispered to herself, mentally counting in her head. "She'll probably notice I'm gone soon, and I have so much distance to cover before I can get to the bar..."

Her head began to swim, and Alex felt a piercing pain behind her skull as she stumbled sideways. Despite the sensation roaring through her body, not one of the passing pedestrians stopped to help her, but she couldn't afford to slow down and so she rushed to the nearest ticket machine. With a quick sideways glance, she swiped a green credit card from her pocket and went through the motions with shaking hands.