Sorry for the really late update xx I'm on wattpad now as thelostandalone xx

This one will be betterxx I know I cannot write but I shall try and no one reads thus

Art

Zach POV

Every night I add a new painting to my gallery. Its a private one you see. No one knows its there. No one. The colours are all of the same shade but that does not matter because they help me. They have always helped me.

I sit here on the cage floor. My arms and legs are bound by chains.

I spin my head to the bars next to me and she sits there. A crying girl.

Her arms are hugging her knees but her head is being forced up by the women I call mum. "Ahhhh" I cover my ears Tue best I could as the little girl screamed. The knife was plunged deeper and deeper into the girls skin.

A wicked smile appeared on my mothers face as she turned to stare.

"Your next dear"

She was not wrong

Catherine stands over me. Her fist being the last thing that I see.

Punch after punch after punch.

"Pathetic"

"Useless"

"Worthless"

The words are venom that seeps from her rosy lips. One final kick and she leaves. She leaves me there to rot on the floor. A poor 7 year old child. How the hell could she do that?

I turn to my best friend. The sharp see through object with the jagged edges. The crimson drips down the soft paper. All paper was made to be ripped. All lives were made to end so that's why this time I was not so careful about where my friend would stab me.

One small slip and I will be dead. No more pain and no more mother.

Mother. What a word. That word is meant to mean hope and unconditional love but my mother. Oh all this means is hate and anger.

The blade touches my neck and I am about to make the slice when a frail hand stops me.

"Don't. Please." I turn around towards the voice. There she sits. The most beautiful girl I have ever met. Her soft dishwash hair is caked in blood and her icy eyes hidden beneath sadness. I recognised her from my mothers 'experiments'. She was one of my mothers favourite toys. The girl next door.

"Why? Why should I stop? She hates me. I am the devil. I am crowley. I am everything she distastes. Do you know why she hates me? Because I am not like her. I don't want to hurt people. I want to save them. So I must save them from me"

I dug the blade deeper into my neck and a little blood was drawn.

"STOP!" The screech was unbearable. But I couldn't stop. Not now.

"I'm sorry. I love you." I whisper ever so quietly. My blade sliced through my neck and pierced my veins. I slowly drift away but the last thing I remember is the tears falling onto my face. The face of a sorrow stricken girl.

Can POV

He's dead. He's gone. There's no going back. What have I done. I was meant to save him. I had to save him. I loved him. Yeah. I'm seven years old but I know this guy. We met when I was little. When I first came here.

I hated him to start with, the way he stood there as his mother beat me. Then one day he came to my cell and helped me clean my wounds. When his mother found out she went ballistic. His beatings began. They wouldn't stop. It drove him to tear him self apart. Piece by piece. Vein by vein.

I reach through the bars and stroke his cold face. How do I save him now? I can't. I must join. I struggle for the blade.

My hand grasps it and my hand shakes and I turn the knife towards my heart. "A broken heart cannot be fixed" I whisper into the gloomy night. It tears into my heart and I smile. Goodbye my love.

Catherine POV

Its done. They are dead. My baby is dead. Finally I am free.