Anna stared out her window; she watched as people walked by and tended to their lives. She knew she would probably never leave this place. Apparently she had killed them; four of them and the last death was the end for her; but she knew that they really only knew about the one. But it was okay because she did what she was supposed to. She finished what she had started.
Yesterday she stayed in Mildred's room and listened to more stories, she marveled at how she had used Mildred's life and mixed it with Rachel's. Maybe that was an accident but it was real enough to Anna and what was done was done. Rachel deserved to die. If it hadn't been for her…her mother would be alive. Anna let out a small laugh. Of all the things that had surprised her while she was away was the fact that everyone thought Alex was dead. It made no sense; just because they didn't get to see each other often and because her father had hidden their letters-it didn't mean Alex was gone. Yesterday Alex came to visit- she did- she really came. So she couldn't have died in the explosion right? They spoke and walked around the courtyard. She had told her that it would be a while until she'd be able to come and visit. Because while she was away she would get better quicker.
When Anna would have sessions with Doctor Silberling he would ask her how she felt and about her sister's death and ask her why she killed Rachel. She'd laugh on the inside and wondered how much longer she'd have to play their games so that she could leave again. She'd always answer that she was afraid about what happened with Rachel and that she missed Alex greatly. Doctor Silberling would write on some papers and ask her more questions then she could go outside again. This continued and for a year it was all the same to her. She would work hard to leave, to live a normal life and to forget about everything that has happened. She would go off and live with Alex. They would travel, and catch up. But until then she would answer the questions and continue to play their games.
She sat on a concrete bench under a large oak tree; her hand was covered in black coal. The picture in her sketch pad was a mystery to everyone but her. Other pages were filled with faces, objects, and scenes from books she read. She was excited about tomorrow; for the first time since she came back she would be aloud to leave. It would only be for a couple hours, but to her a couple hours to leave and immerse herself into the population and feel like a human was all she wanted. Anna had already planned it out, she wanted to go to the city park and lay out across the grass. She'd play with any dogs that trotted by, she's take pictures of everything that fascinated her, and she'd draw until it was time for her to head back. If she was good and came back on time she'd be able to leave more and eventually have longer trips; of course she'd be heavily monitored but that was understandable she had after all killed someone.
Anna pulled back her dark brown hair into a loose ponytail. She rubbed her fingers together, smearing in the coal even further into the skin of her fingertips. The area around her became a few shades darker as the clouds above passed under the sun. The warm breezes caressed her and she smiled.
"Tomorrow."