I'm not alone after all (Bloody painter {Helen Otis} x OC)

Chapter 7

        I sat outside and waited for years while he talked on the phone. Eventually my mom came to the school. She smiled at me and ruffled my hair. "Hey, I'm sorry about everything. It will all get better soon enough." I rolled my eyes at that statement. Nothing could ever make life get better, Amelia was gone. After her statement she walked into his office and they stayed in there and talked for a long while. Eventually they came out. My mom had a grim look on her face for a quick second then she turned to me and smiled. "Come on, we gotta go." I nodded, knowing that I had no choice but to do as I was told. I stood up and we walked to her car.

I sayed in the back seat as we rode. It was a long ride and we went somewhere out of town. I was an unfamiliar area and there were no buildings but the one that I was being sent to. The building was tall and white.

I didn't remember much after that, until the next morning. I woke up due to the bright sun shining in the room through a small window in the side of a wall. Everything was white, from the walls to the bed I was sitting in I didn't know what the places problem was with colors but I would prefer the place to have a little more color. I was even in a white gown, the gown reminded me of what they keep at a doctors office. The whole place had a empty vibe to it. The only thing in the room other than the bed was a chair and small wooden desk which was nailed to the ground and inside it I found crayons and some paper. I sighed. I was going to die of boredom her in this place. I didn't belong here, like I said before. I'M COMPLETELY NORMAL! I just sat there completely still thinking of nothing. Later a lady came in. She carried a tray with some food. She placed the food on my desk and left without another word. The food was completely bland, with no flavor at all. I grew tired of sitting on my bed thinking, cause when I would think of Amellia and then hot tears would streak down my face. As result of me growing tired of sitting on my bed I laid down and went to sleep.

I slept a long dreamless night, fill of tossing and turning. The next day I woke up the next day feeling like I hadn't gotten any sleep at all. After yawning and stretching my arms wide I sat up doing nothing, like the day before. It took me awhile before even noticing the piece of paper lying on the corner. I picked it up and read it. It was in very neat handwriting, the writing was a dark red, witch was almost brown, the color reminded me strongly of dried blood. The letter read:

"Hello, Katie

My deepest apology about you dear friend. I think the decision of sending you to such a hell like this is complete bull. But, that's not why I made this letter. You know that doctor, I believe his name is Dr. James? He didn't save her. He's an absolute failure. He can't even do his job right, unlike me. Don't worry though, I made him pay for his mistakes. And soon enough your time will come,."

The letter was signed by a smiley face. I had a feeling I knew who this mysterious person meant by "pay". The weird thing was that I didn't feel anny remorse for the Doctor and the little threat at the end didn't effect me at all. The letter even made me smile. Another thing that crossed my mind was that I was unsure of how they was able to get this letter to me because I was sure they didn't work for the hospital. I ripped the paper into many pieces, littering the cold floor by my bed. After doing so I flung myself on my back and heaved a deep sigh closing my eyes and lying there, unmoving for a while thinking about what the mystery person had said.

I later opened my eyes with an idea of what I would do. I walked over to my desk where the crayons were. I grabbed a crayon and began to scribble on the wall with a red crayon. I sat there scribbling for a while. Coloring the wall was very soothing it kept me from thinking of anything other than coloring. Soon I had used the red crayon up so I moved onto the black crayon. Then the blue, green, yellow, brown, pink. I kept coloring. I felt as if I stopped coloring then I would ruin it. I had covered the the wall from the very bottom to as high as I could reach in color, and I was working on the next wall. there wasn't very much of the crayons left but I kept going till all 24 crayons were used up. Once they were used I stepped back to look at my masterpiece. It looked like a complete mess, like a drawing from a 2 year old child. At least it wasn't a boring white anymore. I was quite pleased with myself until I realized that the rest of the room was still an ugly white. If you hadn't noticed I had gained a huge hate for the color. White wasn't even a color, it was a shade, ugh. Who ever chose the color of this place must have been completely mad. They should be stuck here, not me.

I sat there trapped in my thoughts till they were interrupted by a man who walked in.---