Katrina's Story

Katrina was merely fifteen and already was out on her own. She lived in a dark circular room, with beige painted wall. On her curved wall she painted her story in red, red lines up, down, and across the wall. What a marvelous picture I have painted, the colors ever so lightly painted on my wall, prettiest I’ve ever seen. She was in love with her story it consumed her every thought. Every day she added to her story, it was addicting, she couldn’t stop. The next month she added on her wall white lines covering all of the red, this was the next page of her story. She never told anyone about her story; it was only for her to read. Every time someone asked her to explain it she would just tug on her sleeves. “I don’t know” she says “you will never understand, my mind is like a maze, you probably can’t comprehend.”

She finished her painting with buckets of red, splashing them all, gallons of paint dripping down her walls. But there was a twist to this part of her story, she was predicting her future. She painted the future today, not the past. Oh, but soon, oh so soon would it be the present. And it was; later that night she fulfilled her beautiful master piece with red covering all the walls. Within days everyone knew about her extraordinary paintings; it was on the cover of ever newspaper across the county. People visited her daily crying when walking up to her because the beauty of it was overwhelming. They presented to her flowers with Xs and Os to show their love for her and her master piece.

Still today Katrina stay in her new home and every so often she gets lucky and a new visitor comes by. It brings a smile to her face as she watches them lay flowers at her feet and reminisce about her painting. It brings joy to her that people finally see she really was and what her story really is, and people to finally understand the real Katrina.