Aiming For Her

6. Unrecognizable, but remembered.

Later that night I walked toward Jasper's cell, looking for a cigarette, but he was sleeping. The blankets above his chest rose and fell softly as he snored. I was too scared to wake him up after Issac's warning, and slept in the cafeteria for the rest of the night.

As for the the prisoner on the loose, I didn't have to worry about it. Issac's version of a zombie on a bad hair day with foam coming out of her mouth, was me. For once I was the nightmare that went bump in the night instead of that girl with a huge popularity scale.

Not being an morning person, I was woken up by two blurry lunch ladies. Their prison outfits were covered by a stained, white apron. Their faces drooping downwards with a frown. I blinked once, and my vision cleared. Immediately I recognized who it was.

"Good morning officer," Rookie and Brownie said in unison.

My eyes widened and I rolled off the lunch table, my body thumping to the floor. I herd sudden gasps from both of them, and once I felt a cold hand touch my arm, I jumped on my feet and ran straight out of the cafeteria.

My heart was beating so fast I couldn't concentrate. Out of all people who had to wake me up, it had to be those two. Seriously? the same girls who beat me up yesterday. The prisoners that bloodied me up with bruises and sent me to the god damn prison hospital. Those same exact girls who got and never gived, a fuck.

Just thinking about it made my blood boil.

"Officer!" I hear someone call from behind me, "officer, wait!"

Subconsciously, I began to pick up my pace. Sweat started to build on my forehead, and I turned my head to see who was behind me. There, in all her mad glory, was Rookie with a determined expression on her face. Her blue eyes fixated on me the whole time, returning my surprised glare.

Kill me now.

I quickly looked away, and panted my way out of the hallway. She must've noticed who I was. No doubt about it. She must've come back to beat the shit out of me.

Wait- was she alone?

My head turned the slightest, and I saw Rookie. Her blond bangs clung to her forehead, soaked with sweat. She was panting. Her eyes turning into two pleading, conflicted blue oceans swaying in the wind.

I slammed my feet on the tiled floor and came to a sudden stop. I was panting so hard I couldn't think. Then I whipped around, ready to face Rookie, and crashed to the floor. My self esteem shattering along with it.

A muffled scream came out of my mouth, and I tried to haul myself off the ground. Something was odd, I never thought my back weighed like a ton of bricks before.

"Ouch," a low voice muffled into my shoulder.

I stiffened.

Well, that definitely wasn't me.

For a second I thought it was someone else, but that all stopped when a piece of blond hair fell over my eyes. Instantly I screeched, and rolled over. The weight that was once on me had lifted, and Rookie tumbled to the floor.

I herd another groan, and Rookie lifted up her head. Blond hair cascaded down her shoulders as she sat up on the ground. Her blue eyes looked straight at me, swirling with confusion. She'd turned pale, a light blush making way to her cheeks.

"If you're looking to piss me off.." I muttered.

"Look-I don't know what had got into me, but I had no choice. I have to talk to you about something important. It's urgent. Very urgent."