The War Inside Her Head

by Madwoman with a box

Her sister is dead, her life is gone, replaced by stone walls and steel bars. Hatter needs to get out, and Alice won't let her. It's the never ending battle between them. And there's a point when it becomes to much.

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Some days she is a broken record who can do nothing but hold her head in her hands and say over and over again, "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you…."

Other days she is the genius. Hated by the broken record and the world. Crayons, because she'd kill the fool who gave her a pen. When she runs out of paper the walls are adorned with strings of numbers and words. Always planning, thinking, because she needs have the world or destroy utterly or she will only be the broken record forever.

Another day would find her an empty shell. The war between the genius and the broken record pushes her to far. Or she is on the ground convulsing in pain because both of them are controlling her at once and its to much.

There are good days, her mother will come. And she can say the right things and almost be a normal child if its possible. But its only going through the motions, she can't understand why she does any of it. Only knows that it is right because her mother smiles.

And then one day she is the empty shell again, but this time the genius doesn't wake her to write on the walls. And the broken record is silent. The blood still flows, the heart still beats, but the mind doesn't think. Maybe the two halves of her mind finally pushed to hard and something snapped that sent them both plummeting. Or perhaps the body, snapped that string instead. To preserve the flesh perhaps the body simply got rid of what it knew would kill it eventually. Now there are no 'some' days, 'other' days, or 'good' days. There is only the still living body, that simply watches the ceiling.

Unless it is all a ruse and when some nurse lets their guard down the genius will stab them through the heart?