Caterina Valentine, the girl who's hair bring back so many memories.
Happy memories, sad memories, good memories, bad memories.
Why does it bring back memories? It's the same colour as the blood that spilled on her cream carpet.
Her blood. His blood.
Caterina, the girl who never smiles, the girl who only has eyes for him.
For Beckett.
Don't worry. Caterina Valentine doesn't exist anymore. She's gone, and you'll never see her again.
Forever, she's never coming back.
It's okay. She's been replaced by a shiny new one. This time, she's got red hair! And she's called Cat.
Because Caterina's gone.
Thrown away her knife, she's thrown away her carpet. It's been replaced, too. Bright pink, nice, right?
No. If you knew the real reason it's that colour, it wouldn't be cute.
It would be sad, it would be weird.
She was Cat, she didn't cut anymore. On cream carpets, anyway. She built invisible walls. They come down, but even if they don't, you won't see them.
It's just a cover. Nobody would ever see the real her. Until then.
She remembers those walls she built, well baby they tumbled down, and they didn't even put up a fight, didn't even make a sound. It was a risk she took.
Risk? More like a death wish.
She should have never told him. He told everyone, everyone.
But not Beckett, or now, I should say, Beck.
She always trusted him, and still does.
Time passed, cuts and scars heal.
And she's a happy Cat now
Oh they find it hard to believe, but she'll be wearing her scars for everyone to see.