5.40pm. 5 minutes until she wasn't anyone helping me! 5.44pm. The door knob turned as soon as it hit 5.45. Here she comes. An old woman with a wrinkled face stepped into my view.
''Mary, Its time.'' A smug smile crept on her face. In her left hand a syringe with a drug in it preparing to cause me to black out.
''Mary? Are you in here?'' a heavenly voice called out to me.
My room had no windows and the walls were pitch black. No light. I didn't bother to see who came in.
''Mary? Where are you?''
I opened my eyes but saw no one. Figures. My mind was playing tricks with me again. I stood up silently. Maybe it was that time again.
''Mary! There you are!''
I flinched as I felt someone stroke my arm but honestly my mind has never gone this far.
''I need you to come with me. I'm getting you out of here.''
But that one I knew. I went with someone who had said that once. Wrong choice.
''Come on. We need to hurry if we are gonna get out of here.''
I couldn't believe someone was actually going to get me out of here. Its been 3 years. Long enough for me to crazy. But now i was finally getting out! I could pratically taste the fresh air as we slipped otuside. I didn't care who the person holding my hand very tightly was. I had never felt so relieved. But something made me stop dead in my tracks. I was having a vision.... There was a van with the name "Clydebank Mental Asylum" I saw myself getting dragged in there with another evil doctor..... I tried running away as soon as my bision had ended but it was no use. The guy on my arm smiled smugly at me and threw me into the van....
I stepped away so the voice would get quieter. But suddenly I felt cold strong hands pick me up. I thought about screaming but suddenly realised it wouldn't do anything. It would probably make it worse. As soon as we started to move the stranger moved me onto his back. And then he took off. It felt like flying. I could feel the wind on my face and it was making me very tired. In that same moment i fell asleep on the strangers back.
''Morning, Mary.''
I flinched at that name. I didn't want to be called that anymore since the certain people that gave me that name had ruined my life. I sat up wondering where I was until I looked at the corner of the room and there was a man there. But to call him a man should probably be illegal. He was an angel. Blode curly hair, muscular but lean and the most gorgeous golden eyes I had ever seen in my entire life. I couldn't even breathe.
''Hello. Don't be afraid. My name is Jasper Whitlock.''
His gorgeous voice filled up the room. She wondered if she was already dead.
''Mary, Are you okay''
Again she flinched. She was gonna have to do something about that name. But she couldn't speak in the presence of the angel. It was immpossible. She wondered if she could stand because she started to feel dizzy.
''Mary! What's wrong.''
But I couldn't help it. I fell to the floor with a silent thud....
I woke up in a bed i had no idea how i got in. I didn't want to move. I was so comfortable. I made sure I was alone before i started silently thinking. My name. What could I change my name to? Umm.... let's see my full name is Mary Alice Brandon...hmm...Alice. Alice. Alice. I like it.