Cell 103

Chapter 18

Once all of the footsteps have faded, I completely barge out of the closet, gasping for air.

"He almost died! We almost-oh my god!" I breathed, still gasping the new cold air, getting over the hot air I almost choked on. Stella looked just as frightened as me and Luke just stood there, emotionless, but inside I knew he probably felt the same way.

"He didn't though, he is probably going to quit and never come back here again." Stella states the obvious.

"True.." I whisper, not realizing how quiet I am talking. Luke paces over to the desk the sheriff sat at and grabbed the keys, without touching the rack, so it wouldn't leave a fingerprint.

"Wipe the closet!" Stella whispered sternly, making me grab a rag and wipe down the closet, which made me feel like a maid. I then, stuffed the rag into my prison outfit onesie and stood next to Luke.

"I'm not sure which key it is.." Luke stammered, starring at each key slowly. Stella grabbed the keys from his hands and eyes them.

"This one." Stella said, pointing to a rusted, medium sized key.

"Okay, c'mon." Luke said, bursting the door open and running out, with us following behind him. Once we approached the gate, Luke grabbed the key from Stella and stuffed it into the key area.

Nothing. It wouldn't turn or budge. It wouldn't fit.

"This is the wrong key!" Luke said frantically, shoving it back into the gate.

"Use another one! How am I supposed to know." Stella said, motioning to the rumble of keys. Then, as if on queue, flashlights emerged from a rushed building in the prison. Fast footsteps came closer and closer.

sorry really short chapter... :/