<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,  the small office, second floor<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Group 2, Sarah, Drake and Brazil<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Natalie had remained quiet during the computer search. Her mind had been consumed with the images of what had taken place in the bathroom. She knew it had to be a hallucination, though that didn’t seem to help ease her worried mind. First voices and now she was seeing things? Maybe…just maybe she was going crazy. Natalie couldn’t help but wish she was back in her small room with the bars on the windows and the doors that locked from the outside. Sure, she was contained but at least she wouldn’t harm anyone. Besides, that’s what they did to crazy people right?<br/><br/>Moving to a corner of the room, Natalie slid against the wall, falling into a tight ball with her hands wrapped around her bent knees. She pulled them close to her body forming a tight ball and rested her head on her knees. She wouldn’t cry, not with the tough looking blonde in the room to ridicule her for showing signs of weakness.  Natalie might be crazy but she wasn’t stupid. She knew how people perceived her.  She had been taken care of all of her life. Every choice for every detail down to what she would be wearing each morning had been taken from her. Not because she was incapable of making a choice. Natalie simply hadn’t been given the chance to think for herself, and now with the voices controlling her every thought, it seemed she might never get the chance to show exactly what she was capable of.<br/><br/>Those who underestimated her, labeling her from appearance alone, would never see the strength of her will. She was a dancer and a damn good one. That took strength in both body and mind and a commitment that many would have not have had the presence of mind to carry out. Dancing had been her entire life. It was all that she knew. Natalie had been more surprised with the turn of events leading to her arrest than the people that had thought they knew her. She was once looked upon with admiration for her superb dancing skills and now, now she was pitied.<em>Poor Natalie, sweet child couldn’t take the pressure. She was pushed too hard from such an early age. It was only a matter of time.</em>Were they right? Had she been a ticking time bomb? The questions never seemed to stop, building higher and higher until there was nothing left for her to do but to close off her mind and drift into the sweet numbness of unconsciousness.<br/><br/>Natalie wasn’t sure how long she had been asleep but the morning had not brought with it clarity or a bright side to the situation she had not found herself in.  Her worried brown eyes took in the others, noting the tension in Phaedra and Drake. Brazil looked as pissed off as she had the night before and Sarah….what was she doing? Natalie watched as the goth girl worked at creating the image of a frightened and helpless girl. She couldn’t help but wonder if Sarah had been the best one out of them for that role. Natalie was the performer. She was the one that looked the most innocent.<em>So say so!</em><br/><br/>Natalie moved as if to stand, paused and then slowly got to her feet. By the time she had made up her mind to suggest she go instead, Sarah had left the room and was already talking to the invader, or were they the invaders? Natalie’s mind was so muddled by the time the man began accusing Sarah of lying she couldn’t tell what was up and what was down.<em>That should have been me! Had I just gone instead he would haven’t had a doubt in his mind that I was telling the truth!</em><br/><br/>To make things worse Brazil stormed out of the room, disappearing to god knows where.<strong>”I don’t think she’s going to make things much better”</strong>Natalie whispered as she moved closer to Drake. She paused half way across the room and gasped, realizing for the first time that morning that there was another member missing from their ragtag group.<strong>”Where’s the big guy? What if they know? What if he told them!”</strong>She could feel the panic rise, taking over what little reasoning she had left inside her mind. Acting on the instinct of flight, Natalie bolted for the door.<br/>