What the fuck was going on? I've been in this damn cell for two days now, no-one bothering to com and tell me what is going on. No visits from the one person I thought would be here for me: Lissa.
So far nothing has happened. Heck, I don't even know why I was down here, locked in one of the schools holding cells. But the scene from two nights ago kept playing in my head, each time I remembered it clearer and clearer.
I was woken up by thumping from the hallway of my dorm, right outside my door. Before I even got out of bed, my door slammed open and no more than three guardians rushed in-Demitri amongst them-and grabbed me, pulling me back out into the hallway.
'What the hell are you guys doing?' I was beyond angry and confused. This was a strange thing, even at a school like St Vladimir's, where every day was weirder than the last.
'Be quite!' This sharp comment was from Demitri.
At first I was hurt and confused, than anger filled me, boiling over the edges. 'Demitri, what the fuck are you doing? Where are you taking me?' My voice wasn't quiet, and I noticed a few doors cracking open before I was rushed down the stairs of the dorm and out into the warm morning air. I went to bed about two hours ago so it was around nine a.m.
Not looking at me, all he said was, 'I told you to stay quiet.'
With no more words passed between us, I was taken across campus to a brick building that served as a jail for the school just in case something went wrong and someone needed to be taken care of. They would be put in the cells and taken to Court shortly after. This is where I was being put, I realised when we walked through the doors and straight down to the cells.
Demitri was the one to throw me in a cell, shutting and locking the bars behind me. Then he-along with the rest of the guardians-was gone. And I was left with no one to answer any of my questions.
The small window in my cell let me know that it was night time, so the school was in full swing, but yet no-one bothered to come and see me. All I wanted to know was what was going on and why I was in here.
'Hay,' I screamed out for the hundredth time, 'mine telling me why I am here? Hello? Of course there is no one there!' The last part was sarcasm; I knew for a fact that there was always someone on duty. 'Freaking answer me!'
Nothing happened. God dammit! What was I going to do now? I had no phone, or computer, and i didn't even have a magazine to read. If they were trying to bore me to death they were doing it the right way.
Eventually, shortly after the sun came up, telling me everyone was in bed, I fell asleep on the cold cement floor, not caring for the hard bed in the corner.
Groaning, I rolled over to the sound of someone coughing. Standing outside my cell was the last person I wanted to see, and that was saying something about my attitude right now. Normally I would love to talk to this person, but all I wanted to do right now was punch him in the face.
Demitri was looking as hot as ever; hair tied back, leather duster hanging to his knees. Trying to keep some sort of dignity as I stood was hard; my bones hurt from the floor and not being able to stretch in this small cell, I haven't brushed my hair or teeth in three days, and my clothes were getting all crusty. So, yeah, I would say I failed at that category.
'What are you doing here?' My tone was horse.
'I was under the impression that you wanted to know why you were here,' he smirked, crossing his arm over his chest.
Placing my arms on my hips, I said, 'A bit late, Comrade, don't you think? I've been here for three days; no-one telling me anything!'
'We all have strict rules from the Queen and Tasha Ozera.'
'Tasha? The Queen? What the hell do they have to do with me being thrown in a cell for no apparent reason?' My frustration was getting worse.
He sounded incredulous. 'You are really going to play dumb, aren't you?'
I threw my hands in the air. 'Play dumb for what? I have no idea why I am in here! Can you please tell me?' Somehow I ended up pressed against the bars, looking Demitri in the eyes, pleading with him to tell me what was going on.
Slowly, he took a few steps forwards until he was pressed against the bars as well, on completely different sides-and what seemed worlds. 'Rose, we all know you are the one who did it, after all, the weapon and crime scene have your finger prints and blood everywhere.'
'Crime scene! For crying out loud-what bloody crime scene?' A moment later, I felt something sting me in the chest. 'Is Lissa…' Not finishing my question, I searched through the bond and found her well-confused and scared-but safe.
Waiting for me to come back to reality, he simply said, 'The crime scene that involves Christen Ozera's death,' then swung around and walked down the hallway, soon out of sight.