Author's Note: Yes, I know its been a horribly long time, but here is the next chapter to Indian Rain! Hope you love it!

Chapter Seven

Elizabeth's eyes were focused with great determination at the tile under her feet. Her hands gripped the edge of her chair tightly, her wrist, though heavily bandaged, could be seen tensing. Her breath was shallow, but ceased when the door to her room opened, and someone entered.

She didn't move, she didn't breath. Her body was tense, like a tiger about to pounce. But before she could capture her prey, she spoke.

"Good morning Miss Elizabeth." Shivers vibrated down her spine at the name, the voice, but the woman ignored her. "I am Mrs. Duncan. I shall be assisted you in your healing."

"I'm fine." Elizabeth muttered through gritted teeth.

"Apparently your not, or has the chair insulted you?" The sarcasm must have been dripping from the edges of Mrs. Duncan's mouth. Elizabeth let go of the chair and folded her arms instead, though she personally detested the gesture, believing it proved teenage ignorance.

A click echoed through the room as Mrs. Duncan turned on her small tape recorder.

"Tape A110-13-06, Session One." Then she set the tape recorder down on the floor, while seating herself in a folding chair across from Elizabeth's. "Well, Miss Elizabeth? How shall we begin?"

"Begin however you wish Mrs. Duncan, I'm not talking." Elizabeth had taken the sarcasm Mrs. Duncan had delivered and whipped it right back in her face. She looked up at the psychologist, smirking, but Mrs. Duncan did not seem shaken.

"Alrighty then, I just think we'll have to see." She looked down at the clipboard on her lap. "I understand you were involved in a shooting?"

"I wasn't involved." Elizabeth muttered, and then stopped herself. She hadn't meant to respond.

"Ahh, look who's talking?" Mrs. Duncan looked to her patient. "Shame, I thought you'd last longer." There was tense silence, and then Mrs. Duncan continued. "If you weren't involved, then how were you arrested?" There was a beat, and Elizabeth had thought about not responded, but Mrs. Duncan would just annoy her more if she didn't.

"I wasn't involved, I was there." She said, then slowly, looking back to the ground, she added. "I was trying to find someone."

"Whom?" Mrs. Duncan asked, not looked up from her clipboard.

"Zig…. I mean Zack." She blurted out. And then, in a swift movement, smacking her head with her hand, hard. The was a sound of metal scraping tile as Mrs. Duncan had jumped to her seat. Elizabeth looked up, and seen a little concern in the stern woman's face. Mrs. Duncan didn't look like most psychologists Elizabeth had met. She was tall, yet plump. The business-like suit she wore was a beige color that did not fit her pale complexion at all, and her red hair clashed horribly with the bold make-up smeared on her face.

"Let's just calm down." She stated more than said, her voice containing no sympathy. She sat back in her own chair. "Now, who is this Zack? And who is the first one…. um…. Zig?"

But it was too late. Elizabeth was gone. She sat there, hands clutching her arms, her eyes were wide, and she slowly rocked forward and back.

"It's not my fault." She whispered. The words left her mouth, but Mrs. Duncan did not hear them.

"Miss Elizabeth? Please answer the questions." Mrs. Duncan said, unaware of what was going on.

"Its not my fault." She whispered again. Her fingers fidgeted and her eyes darted this way and that along the floor.

"What was that, Miss Elizabeth?" Mrs. Duncan asked, standing up and slowly approaching Elizabeth.

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT!!!" She screamed, and pounced at Mrs. Duncan, who cried out in help as Elizabeth dug her nails into the woman's pudgy face. Elizabeth thrashed out against Mrs. Duncan until the poor woman had fainted from anxiety. Then Elizabeth, realizing her victim's unconsciousness, stood back, and snatched the tape recorder. And then, speaking right into the mike, right before she threw it against the wall, shattering it into a thousand pieces, she said.

"Its not my fault."

Author's Note: Okay, I know that was a really short chapter, but it was just basically updated you about where Elizabeth is and how her mentality has changed. It's kind of showing you the true Elizabeth, well, maybe. I am working on the next chapter as we speak, or probably as you read. You keep reading and I'll keep writing.

MAD4magik

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