Violet didn't get any sleep that night. If she did, her "sleep" wouldn't have lasted an hour, and she'd wake up, panting and drenched in sweat. Everytime she would close her eyes, Bloody Face would stand before her in her dreams.
She stared at the ceiling. From time to time, she'd watch the lightbulb in the middle of her ceiling flicker. Her eyelids were getting really heavy, but she just couldn't sleep.
She closed her eyes once more; she felt like she could really sleep this time. Then, her eye opened wide when she heard loud knocking on her cell door.
Violet groaned.
"Get up." Her cell door opened slightly and a scrawy orderly squeezed through. He was holding a tray and on the tray was a small loaf of bread, a cup of dark liquid, and a glass of what Violet thinks is orange juice. The orderly set the tray on the table. "Eat up. It's gonna be a big day for you." The orderly said before he left. The cell door closed shut.
Violet sat up on her bed and stared at the tray on the table. She got out of her bed and sat near the table. She grabbed the loaf and split it in half. She ate both halves,which were surprisingly edible, then drank the orange juice. She didn't touch the dqrk liquid in the cup. She didn't want to. She pushed the tray away from her and stood up from the table.
Just as she stood up, her cell door opened wide. A different orderly stepped inside, he was tanned and muscular. "All inmates have to gather in the common room." he said.
"Why?" Violet asked.
"You want to spend your entire day in this?" The orderly gestured both of his hands to the entire room.
Violet entered the common room, finding the same people she saw the day before. She sat on the couch that was against the wall. She nervously looked around and rubbed the palms of her hands to her knees. Violet's eyes locked onto the man who was looking at her the day before. Today, his blonde hair was less slicked back. Though the bruises and cut on his face were still present.
The man stood up from his game of poker, and started walking away from the table. He approached Violet and sat down next to her. She gave him a look of confusion.
"What are you in for?" The man smiled at Violet, but all Violet did was frown.
"..." Violet didn't answer his question. She didn't like talking to new people.
"Come on. We both know you're not getting out any time soon, so we might as well get to know each other." The man leaned back. "Kit. Kit Walker." He held out his hand for Violet to shake. She stared at it and then she looked away. Kit sighed slightly, putting his hand down. There was silence between them despite the common room jukebox playing.
"Violet." She looked up. " My name's Violet." Violet smiled slighty, but only slight.
"Well, Violet, you're a bit young to be here, aren't you?"
"Wasn't there a , what, nine year-old here yesterday?"
"Nevermind that. So, why are you here?"
Violet sighed. "My parents were murdered. And they think that I killed them." She looked away.
"Well.. did you?"
"No." Violet said with all seriousness. "I don't like talking about myself. I'm," She stood up from the couch. "I'm sorry."
Suddenly, the common room doors opened. The same nun walked inside and her eyes scanned the room. She whispered to the nearby orderly. They were both looking at Violet. The orderly approached Violet and grabbed her by the arm.
"Sister Jude wants to talk to you." He said. So that's her name, Violet thought.
Sister Jude's office was depressing. The windows were covered with thick and dark blue curtains. And if you did open the curtains, the windows would be stained glass. Her office had a desk that was half the size of the room. Sister Jude sat on one side, in front of the window, and Violet sat opposite her. At the corner of the room, next to the door, was a wooden cabinet. The contents of which Violet has not known.
"Violet," Sister Jude cleared her voice. " Until the police have solid evidence of you murdering your pare-"
"But I didn't kill them!" Violet interrupted.
"Don't ever interrupt me," Sister Jude gave Violet a sharp glare. She took a deep breath. "You are being held here for the meantime."
"I didn't do anything wrong." Violet muttered under her breath.
"Denial." Sister Jude sighed. "Oh, Violet. I know you're a troubled girl. But was killing your parents necessary?"
"I didn't kill my parents," Violet paused with every word. " I didn't kill anybody!" She exclaimed.
"Enough!" Sister Jude snapped. "Denial won't get you anywhere."
Violet was then told to leave Sister Jude's office and she returned to the common room.
By the time Violet entered the common room, it was nearly empty. She hasn't seen the room so lifeless. The jukebox stopped playing. There were only a few people left there. Kit and his poker mates already left, too.
"What are you still doing here?" An orderly spotted Violet just standing in the doorway. "All of the inmates are already in their cells. Well, most of them." He looked at Violet and the remaining few inmates left in the common room. Violet stepped out of the common room and was sent to her cell.
The lightbulb in Violet's cell continued to flicker. She doesn't know if she'd be able to get any sleep that night. Then, she remembered talking to Kit earlier. She remembered feeling slightly relaxed whilst talking to him. She hasn't met a decent person in Briarcliff ever since she arrived. Violet hoped that he wasn't the only one.