Confined

Janitor Buggy

         The Janitor rolled his eyes, "Here we go again" his voice groaned, and echoed throughout the hallways, the snarl in his lips grew as I slipped right past him, My lips curling into a smirk. the breeze rushing through my hair as the two of us turned. "Silly guy~" I sang in an innocent tone, "You can't catch me, this happens everydayy~", He only growled in response as he swung his broad, heavy arms around to grab me again, My feet skipped on the cold floors of the compound, Making small squeaking noises each time they hit the cement, which wasn't a lot. What can I say? I was skilled.
             
           The clicking as I stumbled back itself sent adrenaline through me, a wild look went through my face and an even angrier look through his. His pure white eyes glowed and flashed as he spun once again to grab me, or part of me at least., but~ he didn't succeed. I giggled mischiefly, spinning around, slipping my hands onto The Janitor's cart as my feet slid off the floor once again, going straight up into the air then falling onto the edge of the yellow-dirt stained Janitor's cart. I sat on my calves, my hands on my knees as I just sat there and looked at the big lug that stood, carelessly in front of me. He gave up. He went back to his usual state, his Irritated, sluggish stance. His eyes gazed right through me, his lips rugged and chapped. 

                  My painted feet slipped back and forth on the rail of the scrubby cart of his as I stood, The cart shaking, the water inside of it swishing back and forth like waves crashing against a cliff. Every moment I spent messing with The Janitor was a moment of either excitement, happiness, or bliss. There was never a moment of anger or negativity, seeing as to the fact that throughout the entire prison. He was the only person that could actually see me.

      No one could, not a soul in this bloody cement vessel. I should be able to escape somehow of course, because no one could see me, right? that's what you'd expect of course. but no, the entire place was totally cut off from the outside world. I was completely and utterly trapped in this inferno of rock and iron. Okay, the food is outstanding, and I get to do basically whatever I please, because no one in this place can see me, No one out of the thousands of people thrown in here could even see a reflection of me in a mirror or glass door. I had the normal living place like everyone else, a cell block, Just a plain white padded chamber. Of course it had almost everything. The furniture was extremely comfortable, for example. I'm able to read books and watch things on the box thing but No one knew I actually existed. The guards don't check on my cell at all and no one pays attention when I get food.

         In my free time, I draw, people, monsters, a lot of different things honestly. There's a park like room in the center of the building, It's colorful, very colorful but it's 'exclusive access' which means only a few people can actually go in the place, The door too it is glass, so you can look in from the outside, but you can't get inside. I haven't found the people that have the key to the door, so I haven't been able to get in at all. I can't walk through any of the walls around it, or just magically unlock it obviously. 

I hummed, skipping through the hallways near the front entrance. The moment I stopped skipping, i noticed security guards hauling a tall, buffer looking guy towards the big glass door. Once they burst through the door I immediately flew to the side, out of their way, the guy in the middle, the one they were restraining, he was tall, maybe 6'2 his hair was midnight blue, like the sky. There was a mixture of hot pink, and purple like the element of deep electricity when it hits water.  It made his hair look almost like a galaxy. It was wavy and longer than most guys hair, He was resisting being thrown in here, most people don't care. He did. His skin was milky, not pale but not extremely tan. His name tag, it wasn't like anyone else's it's crimson. His name's Jace... Kingsley. The middle name is scratched out. Why? 

I followed the hustle of them as they made there way down the hallways, the door they stopped at. Was mine. They shoved him into my room and locked the door, I rushed towards the door once they left, Peering through the glass at the guy, he sat on the couch in the middle of the room, his bottom lip poked out as he crossed his arms behind his head, his eyebrows knitted together. I slipped through the door, walking around him slowly and scooting onto my cushion, sitting on my calves and peering at him, my hands on my knees as i studied him, the way he acted, his aura. Eventually he just grumbled and rolled onto his bottom, sliding his arms between his knees, staring right into my eyes.
 
   "Are you just going to sit there and stare at me the entire time?" His voice was rough, I went completely clueless, looking around to see if anyone else was in the room. Was he talking to me? He couldn't be.. no way. "You- You. Are you talking to me?" My voice was quiet, shy sounding as i plopped down on my bottom, pointing my pale finger at myself, the black pattern on my hand glowing with excitement. His eyes followed me. "who the hell else would I be talking to? You're the only other being in here." He growled. H-How is that even possible?