Cristina
Her eyes went from person to person. She had her jaw clenched as she walked past each room.
This is where they put the insane people? She asked herself.
She nodded in contempt. Everyone in here is crazy, I'm not crazy am I?
"Alright, nut, get in there." The guard threw her onto the dirt floor. She snarled her top lip, a habit she had for people who irritated her. "Have fun." He said sarcastically shutting the door.
Her eyes went around to the walls around her, they were a perfect white. Well, as perfect as you would expect an asylum's walls to be. She went to the bars and saw a younger guard sitting down the hall.
I want to draw. and she set in her head that she would.
"Excuse me." He looked up at her. "Uhm, can I get some pencils or something to draw with."
"You aren't allowed any materials, Miss Walker." He stood from his seat.
"Please, just call me Cristina." She fluttered her eyelashes. I will get my pencils. "What's your name?"
"I'm C-Calum." He adjusted his collar. Her gaze was making him quite uncomfortable. She bit her lip and tilted her head. "You can't have any-y drawing tools, I'm sorry. What d-do you need them for?"
"I like to draw." She stated. This kid was an idiot. "I can't help it."
"Okay, I'll see what I can do." He walked away shaking from the enocounter.
He is sweet, to bad he won't be alive for long.
Luke
His eyes went wide as all the guys in the ward made gruesome comments as he was shoved down the hall.
Am I going to die? He asked himself.
He shook his head at the thought. Nah, I'll just light them up if they try.
He smiled his Cheshire Cat smile. "What are you smiling about, psycho?" The guard questioned him. Luke didn't respond. The guard muttered some pathetic insult. He was pushed into a similar cell to Cristina's, but the walls were a shade of black. "Have fun."
Luke sat on the sad excuse of a bed drowning in his thoughts. He bit on his cheek and looked around the worn down room.
I want to read. He decided.
"Hello?" A sigh escaped from outside his cell.
"Yes, Hemmings?" The guard asked crossing his arms.
"C-can I get a book? Please?" He furrowed his eyebrows and scratched his hands. "I like to read. I can't help it."
"Fine, only this time. I can't let you burn down this place." The guard walked in the direction of the library.
Why would you give a pryromaniac things to burn?
