At Dusk

2

We arrive at the station and they throw us in a cell slamming the door behind us making a large bang.

"Are you okay?" Weston asks wrapping his arms around me.

"I'm fine, I can't really breath as you are squeezing me so tight but other than that I am fine," I croak as he loosens his grip.

"Sorry," he apologizes stepping back.

I look around the small room. The cell with metal benches, a steel toilet and a small window that has bars on the outside, in the corner of the room outside the cell sits a cluttered metal desk facing a tiny little tv. We all slouch down onto the benches and I continue looking around the darkroom, the only light coming from the little window and the flickering ceiling lights. The room stinks of b.o and rotten food making my nose scrunch up. I nervously tap my foot and I try to steady my breath that is still out of control from all the running, which is near to impossible.

"I would get comfortable if I was you," A female Crawler says walking over and sitting down at her desk with a coffee.

"What do you mean?" Weston questions walking over to the cell door and holding onto the bars.

"Well since you are all Duskers and I'm guessing the ones of you who have parents are also Duskers, which means Sir, you guys will be stuck here until Dusk," she says getting back to her work.

"Great," I sigh leaning my head back against the wall and closing my eyes.

"We are going to be fine Cam, don't worry," Hayes comforts me, rubbing his hand on my leg.

"We aren't going to be fine, we are in fucking jail and it's all my fault, it's all my fault," I burst, quickly standing up and starting to pace.

So much swirls through my head that it feels like I'm going to explode or get sick or both and I just want it all to stop.

"Cameron this isn't your fault we all fell asleep," Oliver tries to tell me to get me to stop pacing.

"It is my fault, if I hadn't gotten all emotional as I did over nothing then we wouldn't have gone up to the roof and fallen asleep, so yes it is all my fault," I blubber still pacing back and forth in the small cell.

"Okay your pacing is starting to make me dizzy and you getting abused by your parents isn't nothing," Weston fumes grabbing my shoulders to stop me from moving.

"Hey you're a lady Crawler, can't you do something about her abusive parents," Oliver asks the Crawler.

"She can't," Hayes simply says.

"Why not?" Oliver questions.

"Aww honey I wish I could help, you guys seem like sweet kids other than the whole being in jail thing which really isn't your fault, I have two kids around your age but I'm a Dawner and I work for Dawners, I wish I could help, I really do but it's against the rules," She says softly.

"That's bullshit," Weston yells banging his fists against the steel bars keeping us imprisoned.

"Wes it's fine just drop it," I plea pulling at his arm.

"No it's not alright, we all know the second you step in that house that you are going to get your head bashed in and there is nothing we can do about it but she can, even though she says she can't, she can and that's not alright," Weston spits getting really close to my face.

"Wes calm down," I whisper, gently placing my hands on his chest.

"You know if you spent less time chasing kids who accidentally fell asleep after having a bit of fun for once in their shitty lives and arrested bad people that bash their children's heads in for having run out of beer or whatever fucking stupid excuse they have that time maybe Duskers wouldn't hate Dawners as much as they do," Weston yells walking back over to the bars and banging his fists against them.