Author Notes: This takes place during Alice's stay in the psychiatric hospital, and it consists of letters that Alice and Cynthia sent each other during her stay. This is pre-Twilight, and Alice is still a human.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, or any of the Twilight characters mentioned in this story. However, the doctors and patients are from my own imagination.
Dearest Cynthia,
I hate it here. I hate it more than you could ever imagine. I know that I was excited when papa was reading me the brochure, but it is so different than they described. To start with the uniform is horrible. Its grey and white, the two most boring colors on the planet! And its not even a cute dress. Its long, and boring. I'm just glad they let me wear some of my jewelry with it, not too much though, I'm afraid someone might steal some.
The food here is absolutely horrible, I want to gag every time the lunch lady slops the gruel on my tray. The smell alone is enough to make me vomit, but the other kids here eat it without any complaint. I can't see how they do it.
None of the other kids will talk to me. Every time I walk into the room they all stop their conversations and look away from me. I don't know what I did to be hated by them.
The orderlies here are probably the worst. They are very rough and yell at everyone. If I so much as look at one of them funny they take away my lounge room privileges. I asked one where the bathroom was, and he laughed and walked away from me! It was so rude.
I hate it here, and I want momma to come and take me home. I don't understand why I'm here. Its not like my visions harm anyone. I miss momma's good cooking, and the radio. I miss my warm bed, but most of all I miss talking to you.
Love,
Mary Alice Brandon