Escape.

Chapter 1.

I growl as I am led to the cafeteria for breakfast. I hate this fucking place. But it doesn't matter, I'll be out of her soon, so will Erik, I'm taking him with me. I sit at the table I always sit at and wait to be given my tray.

As I sit, I notice a young girl all the way across the small room. She looks too young to be here. She has to be at most 12. Before I could think anymore I was served breakfast. I was given bacon, eggs, and hash browns with a cup of orange juice. I look and see the girl was only given some toast and a cup of water.

I pick up my tray and walk over. I take her tray and give her mine. I'm crazy, not cruel. She looks up at me with shock written on her face.
"Eat" I say in a monotone voice. She smiles and says "Thank you" and quickly starts eating. I eat a piece of toast and watch her devour the food. She's eating like she hasn't seen food in weeks.

Once she finishes she quickly drains the juice.
"What's your name?" I ask. She is silent for a second before saying "Amy Lee Monroe" Her name sounds very familiar. I think she was accused of a murder.
"What did you do to end up here?" I ask.
"I poisoned my uncle with hemlock and bit out his jugular before ripping his eyes out" she says. I was completely shocked.
"Why did you do that?" I ask, intrigued.
"He was cheating on his wife with my mommy" Amy says. The way she talked, saying "Mommy" I'm positive she's 12.

I look at her oversized flannel and realize how much younger she looks. She looks like a little girl in her daddy's flannel. I finish my toast and drink the water before a lady comes in and says we're going to the art room. I get up along with everyone else and walk to said room.

I notice that Amy is following close behind me. I decide to let her. As we enter the art room, Amy still stays behind me as the workers glare at her. I feel like the people here have it out for her.

I grab Amy's hand and lead her to the canvases, easels, and paints. People always take these quickly so I brought her here so she can have fun with them. I don't paint, I just stand by her to keep people away.

For 5 minutes I stand watch. I look at Amy and see she has painted a girl with black angel wings. It's very detailed.
"How old are you?" I ask,
"18" Amy says. As soon as she says that I think she's lying until she says "I have a disorder that won't let me age"
"I bet that makes school tough for you" I say,
"I don't go to school. My dad refuses to send me" Amy says. I frown when I hear that. What she says next really makes me mad.
"My dad says I'm too easy to take advantage of. It's true. Everybody here takes advantage of me all the time. I'm their 'victim' " Amy says sadly.
I grab her chin and make her look at me, I make sure her eyes are locked on mine and say "I will not let them take advantage of you for as long as I am here" Amy smiled and hugs me tightly, whispering a small thank you.

Soon a lady comes in and says "Come on, everyone. We're going to the gym"