Who: Alessa Gillespie and Travis Grady. What: Having a small breakdown. When: Night time. Why: She snapped out of her trance and found the drawings. Where: The common room. She carried her work from the art room and into the common room. Warnings: Er, TBA.
The common room was empty, save for one or two other patients coming and going. To one corner, the floor was littered with drawings. Amateur drawings that had little to no promise at all. The crayon had been pressed down onto the paper so hard that there were little flakes of colourful wax decorating the surfaces. The strokes had been so rushed they could barely be seen when the light reflected on the crayon drawings. It wasn't the poor quality that had the orderlies worried, though. Because they were worried, they had been warned about this. They were talking about it behind the artist's back, discussing, mumbling, warbling. The artist knew this, but the girl didn't.
The drawings were simplistic and average, depicting people being tortured. Horrifying images of monsters stalking young children. And then there were five drawings of the same person. A man in a blue uniform with an over-exaggerated name tag. Colin. Colin. Colin. The name tag always said the same name. He was being hurt, he was being attacked and he was being violated. All through five different ways.
Alessa stared down at the drawings, traces of tears in her eyes. She hadn't drawn these. She knew who had drawn them. Why didn't she just kill her? Why did she make her see all of these things that she made her see? Why did she have to make her relive things? Things that she never wanted to think about ever again. In some ways, Alessa's other half was like the nurses. Always asking her about things. Always telling her to recall a certain point in her life. Alessa backed further into the corner, shutting her eyes tightly to stop herself from viewing the drawings. She didn't want to see them. She wanted to pretend they didn't exist. A voice started up in her head, quiet at first and taunting but then it grew louder. 'Open your eyes, Alessa. Open them. See what you can do to these people. What we can do to these people.' Alessa shuddered, pressing her hands hard against her ears. She couldn't escape her. Some times she heard her, and some times she was her. "Shut up.. Shut up.." she repeated over and over again.