The Art of Adeline

She rolled the grocery cart along the pavement. Her grey eyes were searching for the building that she had been thinking about all day. The cans of paint knocking against each other, distracting her from reaching her destination. Her torn up shoes dragged along the cracked pavement as she slowly made her way to her canvas. Her stormy eyes widened in excitement as she located the building. Walking up to it with her grocery cart in tow, she stared up at the blank wall and was hit with so many possibilities of what she could do. Grabbing the cans from underneath the blanket that shielded them from anyone else's sight, she got to work. She drifted off into her own little world as she began creating her masterpiece. She did not quite know what she was making. It was like the paint had a mind of its own. The paint was the creator; she was simply just the one holding the can. As she finished the final touches, she wiped the sweat off of her forehead with the back of her hand. Backing away, she gazed up at what she had created and looked at it in awe. It was perfect, but only moments after she had finished, bright lights flashed, ruining the illusion she had created. She turned around slowly, temporarily blinded by the brightness of those lights. When her eyes went back to normal, they darkened in anger as she saw the two cops getting out of the car, telling her to put her hands up.

Adeline had never been one to listen to others and follow the rules, so this time was no different to her. She blankly stared at the cops, not doing as they said. She simply just turned around and began to put her supplies back into the grocery cart she had stolen from a market a few blocks down from the foster home she stayed in. The cops continued to yell, but their words fell upon deaf ears. She did not need to listen to them; they were irrelevant to her. The only thing she listened to was the voice in her head telling her to finish the mural she had started. She had gotten into trouble for this in the past, however, the cops were never able to arrest her because of her parents and their status, but that was in the past. She had no one to bail her out of trouble this time, she would have to take matters into her own hands now; after all, she was all she had. One of the cops came up to her, yanking her away from everything she had and turned her toward him. She looked at him, studying his green eyes and the creases in his forehead. She would have thought he was rather striking had he not been trying to arrest her. She kept her face blank as she slowly curled her fist and swiftly struck his face. Taking the few moments of freedom she had from his grasp, she grabbed her cart and ran. She would not be taken today.

She ran, and never looked back. She did not know how long she had been running, but the cops were right behind her. She looked ahead only, too scared to look back, and she saw a dead end. There was no where she could go, so she mentally braced herself for what was to come. They hit her. Hard. Not with their hands, but with their bodies. They had not expected her to stop, so when she did, they ran into her with full force. When she was down, they handcuffed her and led her back to their police car, where they forcefully shoved her into the backseat. She did not speak a word throughout the journey towards the prison. She was too busy thinking about all those times that she was saved from going there by her parents, but there was no one there to save her this time, and that thought alone terrified her into complete silence.

They pulled up to the prison, dozens of guards were waiting outside. Waiting to take her in there without knowing when they would bring her out again. Adeline waited for the cops to open the door to the squad car for her, and when they did, she stepped out of the car with elegance. The guards were captivated by her beauty, almost so much so that they forgot about doing their jobs. She was guided into the prison. Everyone already in there turned to look at the new face walking into the prison. Adeline did not pay attention to any of the others, none of them capturing her attention, well, except for one. His blue eyes bored into hers from across the prison. He would have walked straight towards her had there not been a wire wall separating them, but he would not let that stop him. She would be his and he did not care what he had to do to get her.

Hunter thought out his plan. He had connections and he would use them to his fullest advantage. He made calls and worked out agreements with the guards to make him the girl's roommate. The girl. He did not like that; he would learn her name as soon as she moved into his cell. Adeline was laying down, looking at the ceiling of her cell, and thinking about that boy and how attractive she thought he was. She dreamt about being able to hold him, but that dreaming was soon interrupted by two guards coming in and telling her that she was moving to a new cell. Walking down the hall, she realized she was being moved into the male section of the prison. Curiosity consumed her as she wondered if she would be getting a pedophile as a roommate. Her curiosity soon turned into excitement when she saw that boy from earlier. He was her roommate, and she was very ready to see what would happen within the walls of their cell.

It had been several weeks since Adeline moved into the same cell as Hunter, and he had been falling in love with her more and more each day.  Everything she did captivated him in different ways, and that made him more excited than he had been in years. Adeline, however, was too scared to fall for him. She was supposed to get out soon, and falling in love with him would only make her want to stay, but she was supposed to get out soon. Nothing was going to keep her from getting out of that place. She waited patiently in line, well as patiently as she knew how to that is. Just as she was reaching for her tray of food, something pushed her forward, or should I say someone pushed her forward. She fell on her head, and could feel the blood slowly drip down her face. She did not want to look back and see who did this to her because she knew that if she looked back, she would not be able to keep herself from losing control. They would not stop though, they continued to hit and kick her. She thought they wanted her to feel pain, but eventually it all went numb and she did not feel anything anymore.

Guards pulled her off of the floor and away from the prisoners who hurt her, taking her to the infirmary inside the prison. They did not help her though; they used her state of vulnerability to their advantage and hurt her in ways that the others did not. They did not touch her in the way of punching and kicking her until she could not breath, but they did touch her. She would have fought, and oh, how she wanted to, but she could not. She was too weak to fight, and they would not let her move either way. They were going to get what they wanted and they did, but not without the consequences that came with their horrendous actions. Hunter walked into the infirmary to get medicine for his migraines that he got regularly, and he heard muffled screams. He knew who it was, even though she barely spoke to him. He knew that voice from the times he would hear her humming along to unfamiliar songs. Hunter ran in there without hesitation and ripped each of them away from Adeline. They hurt his angel, and he made sure they paid for it.

Adeline was brought to court, and she told her side of the story. The story of how the prison mates abused her for no reason, and how the guards that were supposed to protect her were the reason why she felt so unsafe. They let her go, but she would not go without Hunter. Hunter was the only one she trusted, and they knew that, so they let him go with her. She did not know that he was scheduled to get out sooner, but he did not leave because he would only stay with her. He did not know it yet, but Adeline was so deeply in love with him and would always love him, but the first thing she did when they got out was go back to where it all started. Adeline went to the building she tagged, and she saw her grocery cart still sitting in the same spot she had to leave it in. However, the grocery cart was pushed to the back of her mind as she looked at all the people surrounding and looking at the art she created. She would never love anything like she loved art. Hunter came pretty close though.