My name is Cynthia. Cynthia Brandon.. I am eleven. I have a sister, Mary Alice. I just call her Alice, though. I haven't seen Alice in a long time. My parents won't let me go visit her. She's in the Biloxi Mental Hospital. But she shouldn't be. She's not crazy.. she's actually really smart. She was really good in school. She had been in the hospital for 5 years. I only saw her once in that five years, and that was when I took her to that crazy place.
I can remember that day clearly.
I held onto Alice's hand. She was going away today, because she told mommy something that would happen, and a few hours later.. it did. It's happened more than one time. Daddy said Alice is dangerous, and crazy. But, I don't believe it. Not one bit. I love Alice. I clutched myself to Alice, as we walked into the doors of the big building.
Tears poured down Alice's face. We walked up to a counter. There was a man in a white coat and glasses behind the counter. Mommy wouldn't come with us, and neither would Daddy. So we took the bus up here. Alice sighed, and she turned towards me. She hugged me, and the tears were still coming. I felt my eyes watering, and I hugged Alice tighter. "Alice.. Alice, I'm going to miss you so much, Alice!" I said. Alice looked into my eyes as she spoke. "Cynthia, I'm telling you this right now. Don't miss me. Don't remember me, don't think about me. I don't want you to be sad, Cynthia," she whispered. I was shocked. "Alice.. I have to think about you! How can I not?"
The man behind the desk coughed. "State your name, your age, and your mental disability," he said, in a mean voice. Alice didn't have a mental disability! She didn't belong here. She needed to come home with me, and never ever come back to the scary place. Alice hugged me one last time, and I took the flower from my hair and pinned it in her long hair. She smiled at me. "Thank you Cynthia. I will cherish it.." She turned to the man in the desk. She sighed and said "Mary Alice Brandon. 14, clairvoyance. " She said the last part in a whisper. She picked me up, and kissed my forehead. She carried me to the door, and said "Be safe, Cynthia.. and remember, just forget about me."
I couldn't forget about her. I cried on the way home, I cried when I got home, and I cried when I went up to Alice's room, and locked the door. I sat on her bed, and I noticed a notebook on her bed. The front of it said "Visions". I grabbed it and opened it up.
The first page said "I thought I should start a notebook, to keep track of these things. I know these things are going to destroy my life. My first one was yesterday. And that's how I know these things are no good. I saw myself in a straight-jacket, locked in a room, with my hair chopped off. They're going to lock me up for all of this."
Tears were streaming down my face. I opened up the last page. "This will be my last entry. Because tomorrow, the horrible people who are called my parents are sending me to the Biloxi Mental Hospital. So, my vision is coming true. I really wished these things would be wrong. Today, though, I got a positive one. I was beautiful, except for my hair, which was chopped short, I looked about 20, my eyes were golden.. I was sitting on a couch, with a man who had beautiful golden hair, and his eyes, they're such a beautiful shade of gold.. he was so beautiful. He had his arm around me, and my head was resting on his chest. There were others with me, a beautiful bronze haired boy, with gold eyes again. There was a girl there, too. She was prettier than anyone else in the room. She had long golden hair, and golden eyes, yet again. Another blonde haired man, not as beautiful as the one next to me, had golden eyes too, and his arm was around a woman with long flowing brown hair. She too, had golden eyes. There was a big man. With black curly hair, and dimples. He also had golden eyes. And then, there was another girl. But, she wasn't as beautiful as the rest of us, and she had brown eyes. Her head was resting on the bronze-haired boy's shoulder. I kissed the angel's cheek. He said, 'I love you, Alice.' And I whispered back, 'I love you too, Jasper.' Jasper.. I shall find you Jasper."
And now, Alice is dead. Alice died when she was nineteen. My mom said she killed herself. They never had a funeral for her. I had a memorial in the backyard that my parents didn't know about. They never went behind the house.
The memorial is a cross. It has her old hair ribbon tied around it. I go outside there every day. And next to her memorial, there is another cross.
On the cross, I wrote down the middle.
Jasper.