I see you…… see you in my dreams…

Kathryn tossed, the small bed she was confined to in the cold, sterile 'cell' was uncomfortable enough already, but with him haunting her dreams? She doubted sleep would be happening for any period of time. She opened her eyes, sighing a bit as she remembered where she was, and sat up, pulling the thin, scratchy blanket around her, running a hand through her deep brown hair, unkempt and messy from her months at the lovely prison, they liked to call 'the asylum.' It was a damn freak show was what it was.

I hear your voice… and you're laughing at me…

She slowly regained her wits about her, as she looked out to the tiny window far up where she couldn't reach, saw the one star there, twinkling, beaming… most people would look upon it and feel better. She could only feel hatred for the ball of gas outside her window. It was mocking her… she knew it, laughing at her…just as Sebastian would.

Sebastian…you'll continue to irritate me, even after you died. To think…to think I had won.

They'd taken away her 'trinket' at the school that day, and as she was carried off, she remembered Annette smirking at her, and as she was put inside whatever vehicle they'd taken her here in, she remembered Annette getting into HIS car…It'd made her angry enough to scream. And she did…for a good period of time.

Always that BITCH over me…wasn't it Sebastian…you even died for her.

Kathryn got to her feet, and winced as they hit the cold, faceless floor. No tile here…it was easier to clean. No…here it was stainless steel floors. Unbreakable. She hated it in the beginning, but now, it was just a tired resignation…The pills she palmed, the food she ate…everything just slowly became a blur in her mind. One thing, pure in clear stood out in her mind above all else.

I'll get the bitch if I have to die first.

Kathryn smirked a bit at the thought, her small hand clenching into a fist. The old Marcia fucking Brady of the Upper East Side was gone. Hell if anyone thought she'd go back…New York wasn't for her…she'd realized that a long time ago. The only part of this whole freak show that she kept up with, is getting the socialite papers….and it seemed as if Annette had thought the same thing. She looked over to the wall behind her, seeing her collage of newspaper on the wall, events and parties and clubs…she seemed to have taken a bit of Sebastian with her. She definitely wasn't the 'goody goody I'm a virgin' girl she used to be…no…things seemed very different now.

I'll get out of here….and I'll find her…we need to talk. Catch up on a few things.

She put her hand on the most recent picture of Annette. Los Angeles, and trying to break into acting. Kathryn laughed. This would be easier than she thought originally. She smiled, satisfied by her midnight fantasies, and slid into bed, sleeping peacefully, A cloud slowly covering up the twinkling star, the small light grew dim.

I'll win yet.