My feet pound against the pavement. My heart hammers against my chest threatening to break out out of its boney cage. They're catching up.
2 months earlier
I make my way down to homeroom. Everyone stares at me as I walk down the hall. The stares of pity, fear, and disgust. As I go by I stare back at them and as soon as we make eye contact they look away quickly. They know. They all know about my brother. My brother that's in jail for murder.
The rest of the day was the same. I stared back at anyone who dared to stare at me. The bus ride was deadly silent, no one uttered a word. Dinner was the same. When we finished dinner we drove to the court in silence, we were going to meet Derek there. It was Derek's trial.
"The trial begins now." The judge bellowed,"Derek Larson, did you or did you not murder Ian Ashton?" "I did not murder Ian. He was my best friend." Derek replied.
After the Trial
Derek had been accused guilty of murder and was sentenced to 72 months instead of the 7 years he was supposed to get. He is allowed visitors every two weeks to keep him sane. I visit him after the trial by myself because our parents are too ashamed of Derek. Derek says hello as I walk in the visiting room and sit down in the chair across from him. He keeps his head hung low, as if in shame. He lifts his head and I see that his eyes are blood shot and his cheeks stained with dried tears. "I didn't kill him." Derek states with a choked up voice,"We need to find out who did." "How are we going to do that when you're in jail?" I ask. "Come here like you're going to give me a hug." Derek whispers. I do as he says and give him a hug with my ear by his mouth. "You're going to help me break out of here." Derek mutters into my ear. We say good bye to each other and as I leave the room I realize he wasn't kidding around. I have two weeks to find a escape route. Or do I?
When I get home Mum and Dad ask me about Derek, I lie and say he is very sorry about all of this. Mum starts crying and Dad holds her to his chest while I go upstairs and start my research. I call my friend, Jaxon Harrison, to help me out with the esc,ape plan. "Dude! I am so glad you came!" I exclaim. "Wouldn't miss it for the world dude." Jaxon replies,"Come on. Tell me what the plan is for tonight." I fill him in on what we'll be working on tonight.
We get a layout of Waise Prison, as soon as we start we notice something that's off. There's no basement.
We start frantically searching the internet for The Waise Prison basement because that's where Derek's cell was being held. We find out everything and anything on Waise Prison but nothing about a basement.
