Post by Elizabeth Tailor on Feb 15, 2013 17:51:45 GMT -5
Elizabeth took a deep breath. She was finally in a reasonably quiet place. Her first few days in Ravenwood have been so loud and chaotic that it made her head hurt. The nurses and orderlies were cruel and unforgiving, the place smelt like mold and dirt, and a good number of the other patients were chronically screaming. But who was she to complain, it's better here than it was before, at home.
With a slightly shaking hand, she reached up to paint the first stroke on her canvas. Painting had always been a coping method for Elizabeth, ever since she was small. Originally, she had wanted to paint something bright, something happy. But all that was coming from her paintbrush was violent and harsh. Dark reds and blacks smeared and splattered the blank canvas, contrasting the pure white that it was before. Her anger was flowing now, being pulled out by her creative half.
It felt good to watch the red paint drip. Thick like blood.. she thought to herself. She morbidly enjoyed it, and that scared her. Maybe she really was going crazy. Whether that was true or not, she continued to paint, wrapped up in her emotions.
She was so enveloped that she didn't notice how close she was to someone else in the room. At least, she didn't notice until she whipped around for more paint and hit him square in the chest. Thank god she didn't spill paint on his shirt. "Oh shi-sorry. Sorry. Accident." She looked at him. He had longish blonde hair and dark eyes. He was surprisingly..not horrible looking. Maybe even attractive? She desperately hoped he wasn't angry with her.
With a slightly shaking hand, she reached up to paint the first stroke on her canvas. Painting had always been a coping method for Elizabeth, ever since she was small. Originally, she had wanted to paint something bright, something happy. But all that was coming from her paintbrush was violent and harsh. Dark reds and blacks smeared and splattered the blank canvas, contrasting the pure white that it was before. Her anger was flowing now, being pulled out by her creative half.
It felt good to watch the red paint drip. Thick like blood.. she thought to herself. She morbidly enjoyed it, and that scared her. Maybe she really was going crazy. Whether that was true or not, she continued to paint, wrapped up in her emotions.
She was so enveloped that she didn't notice how close she was to someone else in the room. At least, she didn't notice until she whipped around for more paint and hit him square in the chest. Thank god she didn't spill paint on his shirt. "Oh shi-sorry. Sorry. Accident." She looked at him. He had longish blonde hair and dark eyes. He was surprisingly..not horrible looking. Maybe even attractive? She desperately hoped he wasn't angry with her.
