<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,  bathroom, second floor<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Group 2<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Natalie’s eyes filled with confusion as she watched Tim back away. He seemed to go from scary and intimidating to a man lost in his own personal hell. Her heart broke at the sight, willing her to go to him and aid in his comfort. However her mind refused to obey. Frozen once again with indecision, she pressed firmly onto the open wound on her hand and winced from the pain that shot through her arm, reminding her she had her own issues to deal with.<br/><br/>She noticed Drake’s silent signal for her, along with the others, to move from the deli kitchen to the upstairs. She didn’t know how much better it would be to hide on the second level than it was to stay on the first, but she moved towards the stairs regardless.  Her intentions were to find the bathroom and take care of the cut on her hand as best as she could. Only after would she force herself to think of her next move.<br/><br/>Whether she stayed with the group or headed out on her own, Natalie knew without a doubt that staying hidden in the deli with a busted door while the police combed the immediate area was just as much of a gamble as heading into the darkness alone. Gracefully, she climbed the staircase leading up to the darkened hallway, lost in her own thoughts. She couldn't help but wish Sam was with her. She hoped, wherever he was, that he was safe.<br/><br/>Without a word she moved straight for the bathroom, flicking on the light in order to look through the cupboards, collecting items to aid in treating her wound. Turning on the water she placed her shaking hand under the stream, biting down on her lip and wincing at the stinging sensation that bit at her nerves and torn skin. Silently she cleaned her wound, adding a cream she found to help prevent infection before applying a large Band-Aid and wrapping her palm with a white soft sterile cloth.<br/><br/>Looking up into the mirror Natalie paused in her ministrations. The reflection that looked back at her was startling. Gone was the peaches and cream complexion that had been the back drop to striking features such as warm, honey golden brown eyes and a gentle smile. In its place was a white, pale version of herself, marked with dirt and tears and...blood.  Her once warm and caring eyes now showed an innocence and vulnerability that stirred her insecurities.  She found  herself longing for the mental ward that had kept her safe and hidden away for months.<strong>"I never should have left my room"</strong>she mumbled softly.<br/>