Liam’s Pov
I’ve never seen drawings like this. They’re realistic while they’re not. They’re colored while drawn with a grey pencil and written without use of actual words. “Well look who came in early.” I look up hearing Danielles voice as she enters my office holding the umbrella. “As promised.” She chuckled, putting it down on my desk. “Thanks, really.” I tell her. If it wasn’t for that umbrella I would be soaked probably every day from now on as long as I’m working on this case because I’m not paying any attention to my personal life untill Niall is out of that hell place. I make a mental note to drop some dollars off in her bag before she leaves, knowing she won’t take the money if I tried to give it to her properly.
“What’s that?” Danielle asked looking at the drawings. “Niall’s drawings.. Or well, Diary basically.” I told her, moving on to the next page. The slight breeze formed by me moving the papers already made me shiver. The heating broke while I was gone and right now the only bit of warmth is the slight bit of sunlight coming through the window.
Why can’t these things happen when I’m still gone? Luckily they expect it to be fixed by the end of the day.
I came in early because I have alot to do today. I plan on contacting the police officers that worked on Niall’s case, along with Mr. Dashner, the lawyer that was supposed to make sure Niall wouldn’t end up where he was now.
That bothers me the most. Last night I watched the video of the court. Yes, I found out it was video taped when I asked for more of the evidence. He barely does anything to protect Niall and believe me Dashner managed to spare many years of jail to the worst criminals.. Something is not right about it and I’m desperate to find out what it exactly is.
I put the drawings aside and start calling the police officers asking if it’s possible to have a group meeting with them all together and then try to call Dashner, or well, his assistent, he’s a busy man. She tells me she’ll make a note and call me back. I hope he does that soon. I really need the information.
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Four days passed as I’m once again at the prison. The travelling sucks, but yeah, Niall deserves to get his paintings back. Plus, there’s more evidence located here that I’m allowed to take with me. Also, I hope that maybe, maybe I’ll get Niall talking despite the fact the chance is very small.
It’s still there.
I enter the prison going to the same routine as last time before I’m taken by two officers and allowed into Niall’s cell with the three boxes. Niall is laying on his bed with a book. It’s a different one from last time. I took a view new ones for him that I thought he’d maybe like.
“Heey.” I chuckle weakly walking inside. I’m suprised to see he gives me a weak smile. “How are you?” I ask, hoping for an actual answer ofcourse, but just received a shrug.
“I’ve got your drawings here for you. I scanned them in on the computer, so I hope you don’t mind. It was just so I could give you these back.” He chuckled softly. Niall shook his head no, saying he didn’t mind which I’m happy about.
“Also, I bought you these.” I told him showing the books. He frowns but slowly stands up and walks over after I put the boxes with the books on them down on the desk. He smiles weakly and despite he doesn’t say thank you, his expression expresses the words that can’t be heard, yet we both know they’re spoken.
I guess he likes reading alot. I mean, it probably is a good way to kill time considering he barely ever gets out of this space. He sits down on the bed after I do because he knows I’m going to tell him something.
It’s almost like a connection, which is weird because basically; we don’t know eachother.
“I’m currently contacting everyone that worked on your case and I have yet to contact your lawyer, mister Dashner.” I can tell by the face Niall’s making that he doesn’t approve of him. Actually, that he is disgusted of him.
“Niall, it would be really helpfull if you talked right now. If there’s everything I need to know about then you should definitely tell me because that means you’ll get out of here much faster probably. For example you could help me telling who you think is behind this? Or name someone who could help me find that person..” I trailed off.
He just shrugged unable to find his words it seems and who can blame him? I can’t help it but sigh softly though. “I guess I’ll just have to do it with the information though.” I shrug as we spend some time sitting in silence. A comfortable one which I consider rare considering the circumstances.
Eventually I stand up. It makes no sense sitting here for much longer. I’m going to stay here though, in America, so I don’t have to constantly travel. “I should go.” I tell him. “I hope you like the books. You should draw about them.” I chuckle. I turn to walk to the door but Niall grabs my wrist, causing me to stop.
I turn to meet his eyes.
“The person you’re searching for is…”
He’s unable to finish his sentence when two guards run in. Niall’s pinned to the bed as I’m yanked out of the cell.
Right, he grabbed my wrist.
Physical contant coming from a prisoner isn’t allowed.
I hope this didn’t destroy Niall’s courage to speak next time I meet him.
Since alot of people have been asking me to update this story I plan on getting it going. Updates might still be slow though. I'm very busy with college and have more ungoing stories to update (:
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