Camilla lied on her bed staring absently at the new rendered painting that she drew of Dana. It was a full body picture of Dana dressed in black with the crow makeup over her face. She is staring down at a grave stone with a white rose in her hand. The black bird was standing on Dana’s left shoulder like a guardian angel watching down on her.

Camilla gently ran her fingers through the expressive oil painting. She noticed the sadness and sorrow that was expressed on Dana’s face. Wanting so badly to just embrace her and make all the sorrow melt away. She knew that she should have feelings for some one who was already taken, especially some one who was only back for a short period of time, but she found her self longing to embrace the tortured soul that was Dana Fairbanks.

She got up from her bed and walked over to the painting envisioning her self standing next to the woman in the picture. She closed her eyes as the Evanescence song from her stereo filled the room. She silently swayed back and forth to Amy Lee’s melodic voice imagining that Dana was embracing her in her arms.

I’ve been looking in the mirror for so long.

That I’ve come to believe my soul’s on the other side.

All the little pieces falling, shatter.

Shards of me,

Too sharp to put back together.

Too small to matter,

But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.

If I try to touch her,

And I bleed,

I bleed,

And I breathe,

I breathe no more.

The crow suddenly flew in through her window and landed near the painting that she was studying. She smiled as she gently brushed her hand through the majestic bird’s shiny black feathers. She lifts her heads sensing another presence in her room she knew that Dana was back.

“You have blood on your hands.” Camilla said, not turning her head to the woman that just entered from the darkness, quite as a pin dropping. Camilla turned around to look at Dana; she noticed the blood stains on her hands even in the dim light.