A.N - Sorry guys for not posting anything in ages. I just lost my muse. I have had this bit for a couple months so I decided to post it. Its a Slightly Au twilight. Basically its my version of Alice in the asylum. Please don't hate.
Bright white lights surrounded me I could here people whispering and the clink of sharp metal objects. I wanted to move, I wanted to scream, but I could not no matter how hard I tried I was stuck to the table bound down with no way out. Not unconscious but still very aware, being able to hear and feel everything going on.
I felt pain unparallel to anything else, no matter how much I willed myself to pass out the pain kept getting worse and worse until I couldn't take it any more I screamed one big long drawn out heartbreaking, gut wrenching scream. The noise around me stopped, the metal stopped clinking, and the whispers stopped. I could just imagine their faces pale as ghosts with huge eyes portraying the shock and showing fear.
The silence only lasted for a few seconds but it seemed like it went on forever. The noise came back louder than before the clinking started again, I could hear frantic noises of hurried footsteps and hushed urgent voices. I just wanted out of there, I wanted the pain to stop, the noise to stop and I wanted to see.
I hated the constricting darkness closing in on you making it hard to breath, making you lose your mind, making you kick and scream and shake. I hate darkness it is always with me and it never leaves, the voices behind the closed doors and padded walls lull me into a false sense of security, but when they stop the darkness returns stronger than ever and crueller wanting me, wanting my life.
The darkness has ruined my life. I was a happy girl smiling, with pigtails, fun coloured dresses and freckles splayed across my nose.
It came in the night. The thing that scared me turned me into what I am today. It was big, scary, hard, dark and mean. I was nine when my innocence was taken. I never saw the man, all I saw was darkness even in the brightest room the darkness came for me. I hated the darkness it never left it was always there hurting me taunting me, making me mad.
They sent me away saying I would be safe, that I would feel better soon. They lied. I'm not safe the darkness is here too, it's all around hiding in the corners, hiding in nooks and crannies hiding all your fears and doubts until you're alone where it pushes them all onto you making you drown in the darkness and depression. Making you want to die, making you crave death.
I tried it. I stabbed myself with a fork so many times, I stabbed and stabbed and stabbed but the darkness never went away, it seeped into me through the holes filling me up leaving no room for anything else. They found me later Curled up in a corner fork sticking out of me shining bright against my crimson blood and ash white skin.
I was locked away after I was fixed, left on my own. They said it was solitary confinement I was in because I was supposedly a danger. I am not the danger he is. The man who turned me mad is.
My name is Alice I am 15 and I live in an asylum.
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