My Imagine Journal

I Knew You Did It

I Knew You Did It

{5 Seconds of Summer}

"Hurry! They're gaining on us!" You shout.

"I'm trying! This car doesn't go very fast!" Michael shouts back at you. "Next time, ask your buddy for a car that can exceed five miles an hour." You roll your eyes at his pickyness.

"Guys, running away like this makes us look even guiltier you know! Right?" Calum shouts from the backseat as he's being thrown left and right. Everyone's shouting because no one can hear much except for the screech of tires, the tools in the back being thrown around back and forth and the sound of sirens and guns shooting at the car.

"We're not running away! I think this classifies as not getting killed!" Michael points out.

Still though, you know in the back of your mind that the three of you were looking guiltier and guiltier by trying to outrun the police.

"Do you think Luke and Ashton got away in time?" You ask the other two with a concerned tone.

"Y/N, I'm sure they're fine. Ashton's older than all of us. He can manage himself and Luke's... yeah he's fine!" Michael tries to assure me.

"Promise?" You ask, even though it sounds kind of dumb.

"I promise," Michael smiles at you and you two lock eye contact.

"MICHAEL!" Calum shouts trying to regain control over the wheel until the car slams into a tree and everything goes black.

***

Two Weeks Earlier...

"Y/N," the officer says your name and you snap your head up in his direction. He hands you the board with the information on it for your mugshot.

The room is musty and dark. It seems as if there should be some movie producers with high technology effects to make a horror movie in here. The rest of the prison is practically state of the art. But this room must've been built in the 1950's and never touched again.

The officer snaps the first photo and then tells you to 'turn'. You hesitantly turn and face the gleaming light shining down on you. This isn't how it should be. You know that it wasn't your fault! You were innocent. It was all about you just being in the wrong place at the wrong time. You turn one last time, this time a full 180° before the police officer firmly but delicately leads you into the cells. As you pass every cell, you see girls with an expression of anger and murder. You know that you don't belong here! You're going to get eaten alive in here! But there's nothing you can do.

"I'm your police officer, Toby Cavanaugh. I'll be taking you to the places you need to go around here. All you need to do is ask me or a passing by officer if I'm not there and they'll notify me when you need something. Simple as that," Toby informs you and you nod. He leads you to your cell and you're greeted by unhappy, expressionless faces. "Dinner's in an hour! See you then," Toby says before taking off.

You turn around and all eyes are on you. You put on a brave, confident face but on the inside you know that you're absolutely petrified.

"What'd you get busted for, princess?" One of the girls asks you practically immediately. She has brown hair braided into a ponytail and must be in her mid-twenties. Her skin is pale and her teeth look more yellow than a sunflower.

You start to respond but then quickly stop. You didn't do anything so you don't feel like you should have to explain yourself.

"Nervous? You looked perfectly fine a few minutes ago. All confident, right?" Another one asks and is no better looking than the other girl.