Missing Streams

Silly Poof of Red - 22

I sat, staring at the clock through the relative darkness. It wasn't actually that dark in the dorms, so I could still see the clock. It was nearing midnight, and I  waited for the clock to strike. And when it struck, so would I.

Midnight on the dot. I pushed myself to my feet, ready to go. It was hard to be quiet in my heavy boots, but I did my best.

Security changed over shifts and midnight and noon. I hoped they had enough employees that nobody was handling a twelve hour shift every day. Christ. That place might be a shit hole, but I still cared about people just trying to make a living.

Wait, those were the same security guards who liked to keep me from eating one or two meals a day. I suddenly felt like a twelve hour shift a day wasn't enough for those fuckers.

A scowl adorned my face as I threw open the front doors. I wished I actually was escaping that night, if only to avoid getting into detention another time.

I was aware that I could just, you know, not break the rules and I'd stay out of detention. But breaking the rules was the only fun thing I could do, so I wasn't about to drop that.

I just had to be quieter about breaking the rules.

But I wasn't being quiet that night. I dragged my feet in the grass, wondering if anyone knew I was outside. I knew there weren't many cameras in the building, but with two watching the front doors someone must have noticed.

Well, it's not really my place to tell the security guards how to do their jobs. If they slack off it just helps me get away with shit, and they don't have to get off their surprisingly fit asses. Win win.

I was getting distracted. I had made a right after leaving the building, and turned right again to hug the building. I planned to get to the corner of the yard that was pretty much opposite the thing that appeared to be a garage. I never saw vehicles coming out or going in, but I figured they had something in there they'd use to track me down once I climbed the fence.

I had an array of names I could call those security guards, but what I was pulling that night would determine if they were actually stupid, or just laid back.

I expected them to be laid back.

***

I had made it through the yard without any problems - not that I actually expected any - and I was standing in front of the fence. It was almost two feet taller than me, which was weird to me. I was used to being taller than fences, but it didn't mean I couldn't climb this one.

I'd never actually been to the fence before. I never bothered, since it was pretty far away from the building. Took me like three minutes to walk there. Since I wasn't familiar with the fence, I decided to get acquainted.

It was chainlink, but I suspected it was stronger than what you find at public parks. I wrapped my hand around some wires and shook the fence. Yep, definitely stronger than normal chainlink. Not by much, but enough that it would be hard to cut through the fence. That wasn't my plan anyways.

Sitting atop the fence were coils of barbed wire, just like they had in prisons. Appropriate. Unlike the slanted type of barbed wire, there really wasn't any pretty way to get over the coiled stuff.

Now or never, and I decided on now. I bent my knees to jump on the fence and scratched my hands as I grabbed cold metal. I paused, listening closely.

No alarms. No yelling. No distant sound of vehicles revving their engines. It was just as quiet as before.

There was no way it'd be this easy.

Since my hands were already at the top of the fence, there wasn't much climbing left to do. I had to get over the fence and, notably, the barbed wire.