Inspired by the Mary Alice Brandon File. All I can say is I've gone over to the dark side, I'm not really a big Twilight fan. I'm not even sure what this piece is.

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She tried to warn {her} mother.

For a time, her warnings were heard.

She tried to help her mother.

She really did.

But nothing seemed to work.

He called her crazy, yes he did, her own father.

She was left ~to die~ in that place.

Tortured by her own personal demons.

And then slowly she started to forget

:until:

[she]

~fell~

Into madness, and was

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Some days she is not sure who she is, because everything – every time – seems to blur together. Her past memories and the present and the future until it's all too much and she takes out that little slip of paper to simply remember who she is. Her name is Mary Alice Brandon, and she is nineteen years old. She was born in Biloxi, Mississippi. Her mother was murdered. She has a little sister, Cynthia.

And so madness she became.

Alice smiled, a serene, vacant expression on her face. Her doctor looked concern as she left the shock treatment room, but she merely waved goodbye in a dazed fashion. Her doctor shook his head, wondering if perhaps the asylum itself managed to drive people insane.


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