Violet:
I'm screaming.
Nobody can hear me, except the guards. But I strain my voice for a purpose. They're practically throwing me now, chucking my body around like it's worthless. Don't get me wrong, I know it is. That's the entire reason I tried to bring the knife to my throat.
With a few more shuffled footsteps, they throw me through a door. Hazel eyes can finally see the place where I'll be trapped. Of course, I've heard the stories. Briarcliff had a reputation for being some sort of torture chamber. And from the looks of it, it probably is. I'm going to be jailed here. Like a caged animal. Left with nothing but myself and my mind.
They had already removed anything I could use to my advantage. Even my shoelaces, so that my brown converse were practically falling off. There hadn't been much of a formal introduction. Some paperwork, a tear from my useless parents- and then I was being sent to my own personal Hell.
"Stay in here until we call you back out." The tallest guard tells me.
"Bullshit, I don't have to listen to you." I reply, words piercing. He only rolls his eyes and opens another door, knocking me into a huge room.
The first thing my senses can notice is the song. Some annoying French tone is screaming in my ears. I practically stumble backwards, right into the chest of somebody else. It doesn't scare me, though. Nothing does. Quickly, I turn around to face the stranger. "Sorry.." My voice mumbles.
His hair is blonde, light. But his eyes are darker than anything I could imagine. They're practically empty. His entire face is empty, filled with nothing but the curse of loneliness.
Tate:
The day had once again been terrible. I never figured it would be anything better, but a change of pace could be exciting. Something other than pain. I was beginning to get tired of the pain, psychical and mental. It kept eating its way back into my brain. The therapy this place offered was nothing but shit. Why did you kill those kids, Tate? Oh wait, we don't care. We only want to torture you.
I spend most of my time tucked away in the common room. Just observing people proves to be entertaining. They all know what I've done, and of course most of them ignore me. Except for Melody- the 70 year old woman that had been stuck here forever. She was a diagnosed schizophrenic, but for some reason gave her trust to me. If she wasn't so fragile, I'd ask her to help me escape. Escape wouldn't be easy for me, considering I'm just 17.
Today, my hands are tapping impatiently at my sides. It's like I'm waiting for something, yet my brain can't think of what. Until, over the terrible music, I can hear screaming from outside. It's unfamiliar, and I shoot up from my sitting position. Somebody new. Something new.
I take a few steps forward, until the door practically bursts open. There's the two guards, and a trapped prisoner. I only see her for a minute before she runs into me. Her hair is light, a dirty blonde. And she's tiny and vulnerable. She shouldn't be here. I don't want her locked up in this place. I've never seen her before, I didn't even know there would be a new resident. But she's beautiful.
It takes everything in me not to just stop and stare her down. I've seen beautiful girls before, but she's different. This one is capturing my attention, and her voice is pure. I already don't want to loose her.
"It's okay." I announce, finally getting a look at her face. My gaze goes directly to her eyes- which are innocent and comforting. Filled with some sort of confident fire. "What's your name?"