Deadly Devotion

Chapter Four

Katharines Prov.

Another sleepless night, whats new.

I'm not insane I really don't understand why I’m here. I never killed anyone, attempted, yes but not killed.

My gaurd came to retrieve me from my room and take me to breakfast.

"Goodmorning Ms. are you ready for breakfast?"

I gave him a hard look with no expression. It didn't seem to scare him off. I decided to get up and head to breakfast with my gaurd whose name I didn't care to learn walking right beside me.

We made it to the cafeteria area of the instatution. It was all grey, the walls, the floor, the roof, the trays, the tables, the chairs, everything grey. No wonder depression filled every crack of every wall. I sat down slowly scaning the depressed room. I saw all the regulars that usually eat at this time. Mary, Pearl, Dorthy, and... wait. Who was that? Some one new?

Usually I didn't talk to the new girls, I just glarred at them. I was never good at making friends and I really don't care to make them now, but before I knew it I made my way to the ghostly looking girl. I caugt a slight glimpse of her face, she had deep coloured eyes with hughes of greens in them. Her black hair was tangled but still looked pretty down her back. She had no reconizable expression on her face just like me.

“What do you want, exatly.?" Her words threw me as I hadn't noticed she had turned around in her chair and was staring me down, hard.

"Are you new here." My words were shaky but somewhat firm. You have to be intimidating when living here, or on those poor security nights you may not see the sunlight again.

"Ya I guess." She seemed really confused. She was now swinging around in her seat.

"So." She said quietly.

"How long have you been here.?"

"A couple weeks maybe, I'm not even sure, the days here they just kind of gloom together."My words made her eyes open slightly.

"O-o.oh. I see. So whats the deal are you in here for life, I am."

"Yeah aparently when you try to hurt your parents, your insane." I hadn't told anyone that but I guess it was out now. I didn't look at her for a minute, I new exactly what she would look like. Absolutly terriffied. Her breathing level would increase and she would run from the drepressing room with guards close behind, but thats not what happened. A smile filled her face, and her eyes, they seemed to almost change colour.

"I 'm Elizabeth, whats your name." Her hellish smile still perching on her pale skin.

"Katharine, Katharine Mae." Now I was the one with the shaky voice.

She nodded as I walked away from her slowly and sat back at my sad grey table.

...

"Today you will get to do freestyle art." Our way to peppy art teacher chimed as all of us crazies cruzed into the activties area.

I was so happy to do freestyle art, its the only thing here I can do for myself. I sat down at a chair and canvas and slowly wetted a thin tip paint brush.

Suddenly a shiver went down my spine as I heard a chair begin scratching up the floor and pulled beside me. I saw the black hair of Elizabeth fill my vision.

"Painting its my favourite." She stated as she ran her calassed finger across the canvas board.

"Yeah I enjoy it." I started dipping my paint brush into colours and cascading the brush up and down and across the perfect blank canvas. Soon I had almost the whole board filled and Elizabeth just watched. Out of no where she grabbed the brush from my hand and started adding to my painting.

She auctually made it look beautiful, well dark and beautiful. She amped up the sunset I painted and made each colourful line into what looked like a flame. The sky seemed to be on fire.

I quickly smashed the perfect canvas into the ground smudging all the paint. If the art directer were to see that we would be marked a top level of insanity and throwen into dark rooms for sure. Elizabeth obviously didn't understand that.

She vigeriously jumped on top of me and slapped me across the face.

"You b***h! You ruined me!"

A guard quickly threw her off of me, picked her up and dragged her out of the arts room.

I ruined her? I thought about the painting and what she had made it into, I guess she believed that painting represented her twisted, dark, but yet beautiful soul.

I got up off the concrete floor, and Sat down. What felt like a million gaurds surrounded me asking me if I was ok, where she hit me, blah, blah, blah. But I wasn't really listening, all I was worried about was hoping Elizabeth wasn't mad at me, as she was the only person that had actually looked at me in the past week.