A/N: This story came to me a while ago but I never had time to put it up. I actually like it so tell me what you think. If you have any suggestions for the plot, please PM me and/or review. Thanks.
Alice Pov:
Ever since I was little, people didn't know what to do with me. Their only thought was, "she's insane" or "she needs help". My aunt and uncle were no help. None of the Dursley's were. Only my brother, my twin was.
They problem they saw with me were the voices I heard. There were so many of them. I never knew what they were saying. But I could tell a lot of them didn't like me from the small things I did make out. Things like "freak" or "you don't deserve to call him your brother." Some of the things are worse, but I ignore them.
When I was 7 the Dursley's locked me away in a "home." They told me that I shouldn't be their problem anymore.
Harry still visited me every week though, and from the marks he had I knew he was getting beaten.
Years passed and I looked forward to the one day of the week Harry would be there.
Then he stopped visiting. I didn't know what to do. So I let myself go.
I refused to feel anything after he didn't show up. I listened to the voices and I thought I should just die. In the "home" I was put on suicide watch because I was worse than before. Eventually they moved me to the "cloud room" where the walls were fluffy pillows and I couldn't hurt myself. By that time I was 20, and so was harry. So where did my brother go?