[ TT ] Re-Imagine

She stood on the rooftop of the building. She was a prisoner here, but damn them if they think they'll enslave her mind. 
 
 The drugs had done a number on her. The world has lost its vibrancy. Literally. Everything, since arriving at the compound, was black and white. She knew it was a poisoning, but every time she tried to fight them, they forced her to eat. It killed her. 
 
 Because of her good behavior, the head prison guard let her have some time for expression. It was little at first. Somehow, though, he let her have paint. Despite how useless paint was since the colors left, Mr. Winston, the head guard let her have it. 
 
 Alise was young when the colors went away. Though she only saw them in her dreams, the invaders had removed them from even there. She clung to them like a life raft, reading her journal where she described them. She remembered her submissions for Color 1 and Color 2 as a mantra. 
 
 `` Color 2 reminds me of passion and rage. It fills me with a warmth so pure and real that I just have to think of it, and I am no longer cold. But Color 2 feels so... special and regal. While it feels cold, especially compared to Color 1, it has its own place in my world. Color 1 tastes like the cherries from the tree that Grandma has, while Color 2 tastes like a sweet blueberry candy.'' 
 
 It was a beautiful memory, even if they tried to take it from her. She opened the paint can, and stared in shock. 
 
 The bucket was filled with a rainbow of colors. She began to cry. She dipped her brush in the magical paint, and it began to mix and morph. It was real. It was magic! 
 
 She slapped the canvas with the paint and the stream of colors poured onto it. She did n't like the way it looked, but the colors moved to where she thought they should. 
 
 She decided to make a landscape. Using a pencil and charcoal she sketched the cityscape behind her. Once it was where she liked it, she attacked it with the magical brush. 
 
 The colors swirled and converged creating a picture she was proud of. The sky was filled with Color 2, while the ground was a mix between Color 2 and another one she saw before but never recorded thoroughly. 
 
 She kept her assault on the canvas until the bucket was empty of the magical liquid. 
 
 -- - 
 `` She's at it again.'' Clarice said to the main in the coat. It was white, but most things were. 
 
 `` Leave her alone. It makes her happy.'' 
 
 `` It wrong, Dr. Winston. You know that.'' 
 
 `` She's just having fun.'' 
 
 `` Alise comes from modern world. Focusing on the past is n't healthy, and you know that.'' 
 
 `` Hmph. What's really healthy?'' 
 
 `` She's using paint, Doctor. We have n't used paint in decades. It's a waste. We are just entertaining her delusions.'' 
 
 `` Fine. If you hate it so much, you stop her.'' 
 
 `` The board will hear about this. You know that.'' 
 
 `` Fine. Let them.'' Doctor Winston smiled as the black and white paint smashed into the canvas into a mess of darkness. He hoped the girl was happy.
