It was cold and dark; the only light that my tiny eyes could make out was the outlines of all the blurry shapes that stood right in front of me. I cautiously raised my arms up and recoiled as I felt ice cold metal touch my skin. I didn't know where the hell I was and yet I was not afraid. It felt like I knew the place that I was being kept in and my jumbled thoughts could not organize into one single coherent thought! It was frustrating! I did know one thing though and that was this: I was laying down on my back and I was all wrapped up in gauze! My mouth, eyes, nose, hands and feet, everything!
I could barely move an inch because I was wrapped up so tightly! Suddenly I heard rustling right outside where I was being kept. I heard the creaking of an old door and I was jolted forward suddenly. I felt gloved hands slide underneath my arms and lifted me up and off whatever it was that I was laying on. I wasn't scared but I was enraged! The monster inside me was screaming and growling, dying to get out and pleading with my inner voice to let it go! I refused to listen to it. I wanted to see where I was being taken to. Did the monster listen? Of course not. I no more was in the chair when said monster was unleashed and started to flail. I screamed at the top of my lungs and kicked with all my might, trying to make the gloved hands release my arms and legs. I heard the pop and crackle of a radio, a desperate cry for more backup to come and help, and I quote,"We need backup to contain this vicious monster!"
It felt like it was getting harder to breathe. So many bodies were rushing into the room all at once; but then I discovered that it wasn't the bodies making it harder it was the straps that were pulled extraordinarily too tight for my comfort. My tiny frame couldn't handle that kind of pressure! I was bound to snap in two soon! Gratefully the straps wouldn't hold for long with my flailing and I could pick up the tiny snapping of the leather giving way. I yowled in triumph but did so too early. I felt a sharp and extremely painful stab in my neck and I overheard a voice on the crackled radio respond, "Are the tranquilizers working?"
I fought a losing battle as the fast acting liquid penetrated my defenses and my eyes closed. The monster inside me collapsed and the right minded voice in my head took over my senses and I became my old self again. Who am I you ask? Why I am the heir to a multi-billion dollar fortune who has a killer monster dwelling inside of her and because of this her family took it upon themselves to lock her away and try and make her better. Did these tests that they have done worked so far? No! They haven't! Oh, so you want my name now? I am Alice Whitlock, known as Crazy Alice in the private institution where I was placed.
Please read and let me know what I can do to make this chapter better! :) Lavi-Chan