Chapter 122
The letter.
Lily’s POV:
I walked into my cell, feeling a sense of relief wash over me as I closed the door behind me.
But as I approached my bed, I noticed something out of place.
A piece of paper, folded and creased, lay on my blanket. I picked it up, my heart racing as I read the handwritten note.
“Make sure Megan does not leave on bail. Her escape is assured.” It read.
My mind raced as I read the words over and over, trying to make sense of them. Who wrote this? And what did they mean? Was this some kind of threat, or a warning?
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized the implications.
“Someone wanted Megan to stay in prison, and they were counting on me to make sure it happened.” It struck me.
But why? And how did they expect me to do it? After everything?
I looked around my cell, feeling a sense of unease. Was I being watched? Was someone waiting for me to make a move?
I crumpled the note in my hand, my mind racing with questions and fears.
“What had I gotten myself into?” I thought.
And how was I going to get out of it?
I sat on my bed, the crumpled note still clutched in my hand, as I weighed my options.
A part of me was screaming to ignore the note, to pretend I never saw it.
But another part of me, a small, curious voice, was wondering what would happen if I did what the note asked.
Would I be putting myself in danger? Or would I be gaining some kind of advantage?
I thought about Megan, my sister and my betrayer.
But what if this was a trap? What if I was being manipulated by someone who wanted to use me for their own gain?
I stood up and paced around my small cell, trying to clear my head. I could not make a decision without knowing more. I needed to gather information, to figure out who was behind the note and what their motives were.
I took a deep breath and made a decision. I would play along, for now.
I will pretend to go along with the note demands, all the while trying to uncover the truth behind it.
It was a risky move, but I was desperate. And desperate people do desperate things.
I think about how I was alone in the prison, with even Kayla away from here.
The irony is not lost on me. I have been forgotten in this prison, left to rot in this cell.
No one cares about me, no one remembers me. I’m just a nameless, faceless inmate, lost in the system.
But my escape… that’s a different story. That is something that could change everything. That’s something that could make me matter again.
I think about the note, about the mysterious person who wants Megan to stay in prison.
“They must think I am important, that my escape would be significant. Otherwise, why bother?” I thought.
A spark of determination ignites in me. I will escape, no matter what it takes. I will make sure Megan does not leave on bail, not because I care about her fate, but because I care about my own.
My escape is all that matters now. It is my ticket out of this place, my chance to start anew. And I will do whatever it takes to make it happen, even if it means playing along with whoever is pulling the strings from behind the scenes.
I took a deep breath and make a decision and I came to a conclusion.
I’ll play along, for now. I’ll do what they want me to do, as long as it gets me closer to my escape.
I grabbed the piece of paper and a pen and write a simple message.
“I am in. I’ll make sure Megan doesn’t leave on bail. What’s the next step?” I wrote.
I fold the paper, making sure to hide my message from prying eyes, and wait for further instructions. I have no idea what I’m getting myself into, but I’m willing to take the risk.
I hide the note in my sleeve, making sure to keep it concealed, and wait for the next move. I am now a pawn in a game I don’t fully understand, but I’m ready to play along. For now, my escape is all that matters.
I quickly get up and place the note back on the bed, exactly where I found it. My heart is racing with fear and anxiety. What if someone sees me with this note? What if they suspect something?
I try to calm myself down, telling myself that I am being paranoid. But I can’t shake off the feeling that I’m being watched that someone is waiting for me to make a mistake.
I sit back down on the bed, trying to act normal, trying to pretend that I did not just agree to do something that could potentially get me in trouble.
But my mind is racing with thoughts and fears, and I can’t focus on anything else.
I glance around the cell, wondering if there are any hidden cameras or microphones.
I wondered if someone is listening in on my every move. I feel like I am living in a surveillance state, where every move I make is being watched and monitored.
I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down. I need to stay focused, stay alert. I need to be careful, or my escape plan could slip away from me.
I stand up and smooth out my clothes, making sure the note is well hidden in my sleeve. I take a deep breath, trying to appear calm and confident, and walk out of the room.
As I made my way through the prison corridors, I keep my head down and avoid eye contact with the guards and other inmates. I don’t want to draw attention to myself, don’t want anyone to suspect that I’m up to something.
I move quickly and purposefully, my heart still racing with excitement and fear. I know that I’m taking a risk, but I’m desperate to escape. I’m desperate to be free.
I make my way to the prison yard, trying to blend in with the other inmates. I find a quiet corner and lean against the wall, trying to look nonchalant. But my mind is racing with thoughts of the note, of the escape plan, of the unknown person who is helping me.
I glance around the yard, wondering if anyone is watching me. Wondering if anyone suspects something. But everyone seems to be going about their business as usual.
I take a deep breath and try to relax. I need to stay focused, stay alert. I need to be ready for whatever comes next.