An actress, that is how most of her classmates see her, she knows. And she knows that her family sees her as a child. How wrong they all are, she thinks, as she looks down upon the city, leaning against the large letter, the first L in "Hollywood". She can see all the lights from here, from this standpoint. She's always watching. Carefully observing others and forging her own false image. She lets them believe she is naive, and easily offended. It couldn't be farther from the truth. All they know is what she tells them, in the story of her life.
Only one person can see her. And even that person only gets the faint outline of what she is, it's what draws them to her. A smirk dances across her features, her dark eyes flickering with twisted amusement as she recalls the moment she really realized that her true self had been seen.
"You're so screwed up!"
Those words… the double meanings behind them as she locked eyes with Jadelyn. In that infinite moment, both girls understood each other. Jade… poor Jade, she never really had a chance. For all her cruel words and tough demeanour, her name reveals more about her than you'd think. A very pretty little jewel that looks tough, but given enough time and persistence, it cracks into dust.
Cat, however… now there is a name to fear. Cute little kitten, it seems at first, but people tend to forget that felines are killer animals. They set their sights on a piece of prey, and once they do, those poor little weak animals never have a chance.
The girl smiles again to herself, ruby red lips that match her hair pulling up in a sadistic grin. How long would it take, she thinks, before someone notices Jadelyn is gone? How long until they find her corpse, cut up into hundreds of little pieces, messages spelled out in blood?
She is an artist, a poet, in the most gruesome and maddest of ways. She'll never be found out again, she is sure of that.
Poor little Jadelyn, crushed to pieces by the mighty Caterina. It's a pity she had to go and question Cat, she was one of the few people Cat didn't actually loathe.
Oh well, what does one more body really matter?