<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn1.gossipcenter.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/story_header/photos/natalie-portman-topless-ad-dior.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Natalie Brewster</span><br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>acquitted of first degree murder by  reason of insanity<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the Deli<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Brazil, Phaedra, Drake, Sarah<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Natalie seemed to shrink back as Brazil moved closer. The blonde seemed to take great delight in announcing her status as a crazy person, though Natalie had her doubts. There was something about the blonde, perhaps it was her strength or her confidence. Whatever it was, it gave Natalie cause to believe that the woman before her was more in control of her mind than the average Joe on the street.<br/><br/>Still cradling her hand Natalie had yet to register the blood that had grown from a dribble and was now steadily trickling from the open wound. It trailed its crimson zigzag path along her flawless skin, across her palm, and down her forearm to pool at her elbow, forming tiny teardrops of blood. Honey brown eyes marking Natalie’s surprise met those belonging to Phaedra as she suggested making use of the bathroom to clean a wound. Looking down at her hand, Natalie was somewhat shocked to see the blood staining her arm<strong>”I’m bleeding?”</strong>she questioned softly, her voice showing surprise while she stated the obvious.<br/><br/>Her attention was stolen from the cut when Drake moved closer, pressing his handkerchief into Natalie’s palm, encouraging her to clean the cut much as Phaedra had done. Offering him a grateful smile, Natalie covered the soft cloth with her uninjured hand and pressed down at the open wound to try and stop the bleeding.  She watched, hypnotised as the white cotton was soon painted with the crimson flow of the blood. Growing paler by the second, Natalie wavered on her feet as flashes assaulted her mind, replaying the day of the incident. She hadn’t remembered how the blood had gotten on her hands that day either. Nervously she looked around, terrified there might be another badly beaten body lying by her feet.<br/><br/>It was only Drakes curiosity over the voices that Natalie had confessed to hearing that had the young dancer focusing on the situation at hand. Nodding her head she agreed with his assessment. Her pretty brown eyes clouded over with confusion as she began to wonder how Drake knew of the conflicting influences that freely messed with her sanity on a regular basis.<strong>”How did you?”</strong>she asked with a tone in her voice that showed more backbone than she had done previously. Turning towards Sarah as she too confessed to hearing similar voices Natalie’s eyes grew in astonishment.<strong>”You hear them to?”</strong>she gasped, speaking in a broken whisper, her voice cracking under the stress of the past few hours.<br/>