A tiny little white room. Quite plain, 15 paces from door to wall or from wall to tiny barred window. The tiny barred window lets the light in illuminating the contents;
A small iron framed white bed, a bare light bulb hangs from the ceiling, a small plain white lamp with a grey lamp shade sits on the two draw unit beside her bed. A pen and a journal lie under the bed, and the light from the window illuminates the almost bare walls.
The walls have two frames on them and a white mark where a frame once held a glass window with curtains. The two picture frames contained two photos. Two different people; alike in looks. Almost identical. Same outfit, same haircut, pinkish lips, pale face. Identical apart from the expression. She was the picture on the left. She stood there modestly smiling, all shy and innocent, a look of admiration in her light blue eyes. The other picture, me. I hated that picture, showing me how I really was. A thin smile that did not show honest happiness.
My eyes were the same blue but they seemed colder. Hers were like a cloudy sky, but mine were like a frozen sea. She looked down and slightly to the left, where as I looked coldly at the camera, with a glint in my eye. I was planning it even back then.
it seems such a long time ago because I haven't seen her for a while, A year and 287 days to be precise. She doesn't want to see me anymore, or talk to me, or be near me at all. She hates me for what I made her do.
Go back 3 and a bit years when we were still inseparable, when we were first convicted. At first they couldn't work out what was wrong. They tried to separate us after a while, but I wouldn't leave her. She wasn't ready to be alone. She cried a lot. I just sat in the corner and stared at anyone who dared to look at me. Sometimes I just stared at her. It always made me laugh that she was so easy to read for me. I could tell what she was thinking, not just sometimes, but always. It always made me angry that she was so weak, where as I had always been strong. To be honest I suppose it is probably my fault she is like that. I weakened her. I weakened her so she would do exactly as I told her. So she would listen to me. She never listens anymore, its almost like she cant hear me at all.
Lets go back even further; 3 weeks before we were convicted. We had been inseparable ever since I can remember. She had always loved that man, and he was tearing us apart. He barely knew me. I was only with her when he wasn't.
Truthfully?
I had always hated that man, since I had laid eyes on him.
She had always been quiet and peaceful, where as I was loud and more than a little violent. We sound an odd pair, but they say opposites attract, and we couldn't have been more different. Where she was weak I was strong. When I brought darkness she brought light.
We made the perfect shade of grey.
But it was his fault. He tried to take my place. He made with her a strange light green, not the divine mix of light and shade that we made together! He deserved everything we gave him.
Fast track a week, I cant take reminiscing over it all. So slushy, disgustingly lovey-dovey, warm, I can't take that she was happy with out me. This day, Tuesday 22nd of February, unforgettable. She went to see him, and for the first and last time I went with her.
I saw simply red. They say that red is the colour of innocent blood.
Rubbish!
He was no innocent.
I had come prepared mentally, she had not.
When I cut with the point of my knife along his veins, I laughed. I always liked blood. But she, she cried as I told her to choke the air from him. She sat, terrified, reduced and hidden in the back of her mind, whilst she watched me tear all the life from him. She cried so much. There is the difference between us. She was so terrified and distressed, but I enjoyed every minute. She was ruining my fun, making me sad. She even made me cry. But I smiled through the tears when I dipped a finger in his blood. I wrote a message on the wall.
I then drew on her cheeks two stripes on either side in his blood. Her tears washed them away so I drew them on fresh.
On the wall by his corpse I wrote another message.
Every time her tears washed away the stripes, every time I drew them on fresh.
We stayed there till the dawn and watched his face drain of colour. He turned pale blue as his blood left him. The colour matched the cloudy sky blue of her eyes. Too innocent to match the ice blue of mine I hated him even more or his last words.
"Im sorry"
he said it as the light left his eyes, and the blood left his veins.
We ran from his house when the sun rose.
How dare he apologize? After everything we'd been through together, and he tore us apart.
Even then he expected to be forgiven? She cried all the way. I found myself crying as well. This I couldn't understand.
I did not care for him, nor did he matter at all to me, but the tears fell from her eyes, and for some reason they fell from mine too. I had hated him, so why did every one of my muscles ache?
Why did my chest hurt?
Why did I care?
He only mattered to her, not to me.
They tracked her down easily. I couldn't leave her so I went with them freely. I didn't yet tell them I had planned it all. She did all the talking; well she stuttered it out, as I watched coldly next to her.
The trial was almost amusing. The judge sat there. He didn't understand us. I looked around and found that none of them did. The jury stared blankly at us whilst she told her story then I told mine. They matched. We never lied, not once.
I went in to detail, describing, his blood, his screams, and his facial expression. Everything. She told them only that we went, we killed, we watched, and we left.
After the trial they chucked us in here. We were to share a tiny room. The tried to diagnose her with something, anything. They left me alone, ignoring me completely. She was diagnosed with autism, then with chronic paranoia, and several other mental conditions. They left her in this room, our prison cell. They never spoke to me. They seemed to look right through me, as if I didn't exist. I could always see her and she could always see me
one year and 290 days ago, we were separated. They finally noticed me. I was to stay away from her. I tried to communicate through the window, it worked for three days only, and then she no longer looked through the glass window, did not see me anymore.
They had finally diagnosed her correctly;
A paranoid schizophrenic.
Ever since the diagnosis, she barely sees me. If she does she ignores me.
They force me away from her.
They took away the glass window, my only means of communication.
They took away the mirror, so she can no-longer see me.
