Alice's Asylum
Alice's story of before she became a vampire
Disclaimer: Alice and the characters mentioned from the Twilight saga do not belong to me (I wish) they belong to Stephenie Meyer (duh)
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This is my version of Alice before she became a vampire when she was in the insane asylum hence the title. I did a small amount of research on what they were like back then (my friends who have threatened to send me to one of these because of my "unhealthy obsession with Twilight" will laugh at me for this).
Note: I have recently been informed by stantonlover4life that Alice was only in the asylum for a day before she was rescued by the vampire. I will double check this because I could have sworn she was in there for at least a lil while, like a month or two at the very least. However, I could easily be wrong so I will eventually look that up and check it out. If I am wrong then, oh well, this is just my version as I mentioned before so whatever, as long as I keep Alice pretty much in character I don't see much of a problem...
It was cold and dark in my room but that was nothing new. Neither was the headache I was getting. The muttering of my new roommate, however, was.
"Lovelies, lovelies, my lovelies, no you can't have them!" the hunched over woman in the corner snarled at figures who weren't there. The chains around her wrists clanged together as she tried to push the imaginary stealers away.
I pulled my only blanket around me and shivered next to the cell wall. I was tempted to yell at the woman to shut up but I knew better. She would only hiss and scream more. My past roommates had proved this to me before they all found a way to commit suicide.
"If only it were that easy..." I thought pressing my cold fingertips to my temples. If only I could escape these deluded people. But no, me and my visions had been ratted out and I had been sent here. I could remember the day as if it were yesterday. The yelling and crying as well as the struggling and hitting.
"Mother! Please, I don't want to go!" I had cried
" You're not normal! They need to rid you of the devil and the visions he has given you!" Her mother had sobbed back
"Cynthia!" I continued to cry "Help me!"
"I can't! You need to get fixed!" Her little sister cried hiding behind her mother.
I continued to struggle against the police men but they were too strong. They eventually managed to pull me into their buggy and tie me down.
"Let me go" I yelled "I'm fine and I don't need fixing!!!" The men ignored me and looked straight ahead. When I saw the asylum my eyes widened with fear and I tried to struggle again.
"Stop your struggling! We're almost there!" One of the policemen with a faint Scottish accent yelled.
We soon stopped in front of a gray building that filled me with despair and sadness just looking at it. With more struggling they managed to get me into the building, up the stairs, and into my new "room". They pushed me in and locked the door behind me. I realized then that the inside of the asylum looked the same as the outside. Boring, dull, dismal, and depressing. There was nothing but a window and two beds. No, bed was the wrong word for it. These weren't beds, they were cots. They had nothing but a frame and an uncomfortable looking mattress on it.
"Great, just great" I mumbled to no one in particular.
There wasn't even a window! I had no way to see the moon at night with the clusters of stars or even light the room during the day. My new home......
The woman had fallen asleep now. Her head lay in a mass of brown hair which reminded me of little waves that I vaguely remembered seeing a few years ago. That must have been my last happy memory, Huh. I laid down on my bed and stared into the darkness above me.
I dreamt of a beach that night. It was sunny out and I was going shopping for new clothes afterwards. Mother had promised me. As I lay down on the warm sand and looked toward the bright sky I had a hazy vision. I felt a brief pounding in my head before the brightness of the day blended in with my surroundings until they were only a grayish fog. In the fog I saw the blurry figures of a girl talking to a man. I couldn't tell who the man was but I thought I recognized the girl as someone who went to my church. The girl had curly dirty blonde hair that she kept tied back with a blue ribbon down her back.
I thought I could see her laughing in a flirtatious way. Then the girl and the man disappeared in a thickening fog and I saw the man wearing a uniform I recognized to be policeman knocking on a door. It was my house.
I jolted awake, my head pounding in pain. Having visions in dreams was always the worst. If only I had actually had that vision when it was useful. At least I knew who turned me in. Or at least I knew what she looked like. If only I could remember her name. Trying to remember only made my headache worse than it was. I rubbed my temples in a pathetic attempt to ease some of the pain. I eventually managed to drift back to sleep pulling the blanket up around me tighter.
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