Twenty Five

                                    

                                          
April 8th, 2014 
Harry (POV) 
Escape with them...Escape....How in the hell would we even do that with these new guards pouncing around like fucking panthers. This had to have been the dumbest thing Zayn has ever said nor planned, but could he really get away with it? I mean...this is Zayn we're talking about, he knows his moves, he knows how to get away freely without doing a lot of time in places like this. So why hadn't he planned this years ago? Why start now? 
''Are you thinking about what I think you're thinking?'' Evan said 
Ever since we got back to our cells, I couldn't stop thinking about what Zayn had said. Him and his friend Ron...Ron, that guy seemed to have taken a great liking towards Evan which kind of made me feel like a big brother and want to protect the guy from people like that. Then again, people like that are literally all around us. 
''I think so? What do you think? It's been bothering me since yesterday, what if...what if it doesn't go the way he's expecting it to go? Then what?'' 
Evan made a little noise, mumbling under his breath. 
''I haven't thought about it too much, you know how many people talk about escaping from this place? ALL of them, yet nobody has made it out alive.'' 
Choking on my own spit
''What do you mean nobody's made it out alive?'' 
''There were a couple guys about two years or so ago, I can't remember. But they actually planned this entire escape route for like two fucking weeks. Then when the time came around, they almost made it out until the Warden shot them himself. News went out that they had tried to attack and kill one of the guards so they had to shoot them dead.'' 
My heart was in my arse, killing people for trying to escape. 
''Nobody gave a fuck though, people look at us as monsters and to be honest...we kind of are, not you! But me and a big majority of these guys in here. I for one, should have been shot and killed but look at me. Second chance but locked behind bars still alive and regretting my choices.'' 
Evan sighed, I could hear the tears in his voice. 
''Evan...we all make mistakes and sometimes we learn from them but what you did was something you couldn't help. You said so yourself, you're on medication for it. That wasn't you, don't blame yourself for the things you had no control over. I...I know you're going to be in your head about those memories but understand from another murderer, somebody like me that still blames himself for what he's done even though I did it for the right reasons...I still have my regret but I do not regret killing that perverted fuck.''
Taking another breath, I began again.
''I regret not being there for my sister, I regret not holding my mum when she struggled with her depression and I regret not being out there doing the things I had dreamed of doing when I was younger. But look at us, we're still pushing and we're still here alive on this earth. There's gotta be a reason why, so let's not jump into the past but move forward into something better.'' 
Then there was sniffling, Evan was crying and I couldn't do anything about it. 
''Fuck, Harry. That helped, I was so down in the dumps about everything and then meeting you and having an actual friend in this fucked up place. I....a few days before we met, I tried to kill myself.''