Chapter Two: Warden

A/N: I write these chapters on the side. Thought I'd post the second one. Hope you guys like :)

You're in cuffs again.

You're anxious, to say the least, but then again you haven't been able to relax for so long you don't remember never being less tense.

You sigh, the cuffs around your wrists clinking together as your eyes scan the room. It's not that big. The main double doors that lead to the hall are open and the windows along the wall reveal an empty hallway. There are three potted plants, several uncomfortable chairs—one that you're currently occupying—and a closed door on the opposite side of the room with a secretarial desk beside it.

A woman in her late sixties sits behind the desk, blabbing on the phone.

You glance at the officer who brought you here. He's facing you, his back to the open doors, but he's not paying you any attention.

Bored out of your mind, you tilt your head and listen to the seconds hand tick away. According to the mounted clock, it's been six minutes since you came in and Amanda Philber, the secretary, waved her hand for you to sit.

You lick your lips and bring your hands up to massage your cheek. It doesn't sting or anything but that back hand you got earlier started all this and single handedly landed you here, in this office.

Mrs. Philber hangs up and look towards you over her glasses. Oddly, you feel like you're in elementary and your being sent to talk to the principal.

"The Warden is ready for you," she says in a nasally voice, and points to the closed door.

The officer with you motions for you stand up as if you aren't doing it yourself already. You walk towards the door, he opens it and you go in. He doesn't follow and instead shuts the door.

Your eyes scan the room and land on the desk in the middle with an office chair facing the window. You take a seat at one of the other chairs in front of the desk and eye the name plaque. Warden Carolyn Lockwood, it read.

"Of course, Tyler. I don't imagine you would do anything else," she swivels the chair around to face you, "Okay bye."

Placing her phone on the desk, she looks at you and purses her lip. You have no idea what that expression reads but you can tell it isn't any good.

"There are currently over one thousand prisoners here and for once I was actually hoping you weren't involved," se straightened, "I guess that's just wishful thinking on my part, Katherine."

Katherine. You sigh, and mutter, "Good god, this again."

"Excuse me? If you have something to say, now is the time to say it," Warden Lockwood lifts her brows in that universally challenging way.

You repeat what you say, if not a bit more respectfully.

"Of course this again! Tell me, Katherine, how many times have you walked into my office since you've been here? Or better yet, this past month?"

"My name isn't Katherine," you shake your head in frustration, "With all due respect, Warden," because really, if there's anyone's good side you should stay on it should be the warden's. And other than your mistaken identity, you really did start that riot... for the most part. "I'm not who you think I am."

"Oh?"

"Look I know this probably sounds absurd but I'm not this Katherine."

You don't miss the way she straightens more—if that were even possible—in her chair and gives you a blatant look of skepticism.

"I have no idea what's going on but I just recently came in, was shown to my cell and then was attacked by one of your…" you correct yourself, not wanting to sound like you're blaming her, "one of the officers. My name is Elena Gilbert."

At the sound of your name the warden gets a look of confusion, "Elena Gilbert?"

"Yes! That's right." Maybe you're finally getting through to someone.

She narrows her eyes at you with a stern look however and says, "I will not have you going around causing mayhem in this prison. Last I checked you had gone to solitary, and that is exactly where you're heading back."

You stand up, abruptly, "Whoa, hold on! You're not listening to me, Im not this girl! You have to believe me!"

Warden Lockwood goes to pick up her office phone and you slam your cuffed hands on top of hers, "Look I can prove it!"

"What do you think you're doing?" she pulls her hand from under yours, "I should call the guard…"

You ignore her and speak over her words, "Look for this girl. She should be in prison somewhere, come on!"

"This is not a game. I will not have you making my guards running around this facility to look for you, Katherine, when you're right in front of me."

"My name is Elena. And this Katherine? I heard people talking, and complaining that she was let out early when they saw me! Just check solitary. Call them up, you don't even have to leave this room!" you look at her eyes and can't help but beg, no matter how ridiculous this all is, "Please."

You pick up the phone with one of your hands and after a long skeptical glare she takes it.

The buttons click as she dials but through all that her eyes don't leave your face. You're the one who breaks eye contact, and you sit, sighing once more.

"This is your warden. I'd just like an update on Pierce, number 9014." She pauses and you distinctly hear a muffled voice respond.

"Oh?" there's a slight surprise in her tone but it's masked mostly by her stern voice, "I see. Thank you."

You resist the urge to tell her 'I told you so,' and look to her expectantly.

"I can't quite believe it but this is a hard lie, even for Katherine."

"So what now?" you ask. You don't care that she didn't apologize.

"We start by you telling me what exactly it is that happened in Sector D," she said, referring to the riot.

A/N: These feel so short compared to my other story... Like I said, I write these on the side so please don't expect frequent updates. The story won't be that long anyways (I think) soooo yeah. I really like writing in 2nd person, actually. Hopefully Elena will meet Kat in the next chapter or so. Thoughts?