"Get off of me!" They pushed her against the wall, and her arm began to go numb. The numbness spread throughout her entire body. Darkness sparkled at the edges of her vision, and her last words as they layed her on the stretcher were, "I'm not crazy."
She woke up in a dark room.
"So, you're finally awake." Said an amused voice. "Wha-?" She mumbled. She rubbed her head and sat up.
"Mary, right?" He asked handing her a small plastic cup and a pill. She eyed him, took it, then handed it back swallowing. She shook her head grimacing. "My first name is Mary, but I don't like it. My name is Alice." She growled. Alice stood and looked around. The walls were cement and filthy. A small thin cot is what she stood by, and it wasn't very clean. A large metal door stood in her way of escape, and she grimaced. The only way she could see outside was the small space between each metal bar.
Alice rolled her eyes, and crouched down to the ground, looking at it. Damn, she thought angrily.
"There is no way out of this cell." He looked at her this time, and she stifled a gasp. Normally you couldn't say this about guys, Alice thought, but he's beautiful. His hair was a light brown, slightly wavy. His skin was pale, but it had no flaw to it, like he was carved from marble. His facial features were boyish and fine, but he looked about twenty. His eyes were dark, and a weird expression lurked in their depth. Alice shrank back.
He didn't seem to notice.
"Jeremiah." He smiled at her, and walked away gracefully. The sound of a large lock clicked, and he disappeared. Alice sank down onto her bed, breathing lightly. Her head felt odd, and she felt almost sick. Then, she remembered the feeling when suddenly, her vision took ahold of her, and she fell to the ground, gasping and clutching at nothing.
"No!" She screamed. The girl was folded in on herself, screaming. A man sat beside her, smoothing her short hair and wiping her forehead every now and then. She lifted her head. It was Alice. Tears streaked her filth covered face. "Shh..." He soothed her. She shook her head wildly, and screamed again. Fire, she screamed in her mind, fire everywhere.
She couldn't think rationally. Her back arched from the ground as the burning intensified. The man stood, and began to walk away. Alice reached out her hand, crying out for him desperately.
"You promised," She screamed. "You said you wouldn't leave me!" He turned on her with eyes like ice. She couldn't move away from the hate and malice that with him so close, she could feel the rage emanating from him. He grasped her chin in an unbreakable grasp.
"I promised, but I am going to find who did this to you, and I'll kill them, then I'll find you." Knowledge burned in his scarlet eyes, and she screamed for him again, but he ignored her. He disappeared into the mist, and then the burning engulfed her completely, and she fell into an aware state of sleep.
"What's wrong with her?" Someone said in a rushed tone.
"Her files say that she sees the future. That's why she's here. Her parents didn't want that in their home is what it says." That voice... Alice's eyes flew open, and she shrieked. "Calm down. Hand me the needle." Something sharp pierced through the skin on her arm, and her screaming quieted. She didn't fall asleep like the last time when they brought her here, but she was numb, and she couldn't move.
Jeremiah picked her up with ease, and layed her on her cot. She looked at him with desperate eyes. He was the one in her vision. He was the one that was with her while she burned.
His face hardened and he walked away. Alice considered sleep. She wanted it to come, almost more than she wanted anything else. She wanted it more than to be free even. But sleep didn't come, and she layed there, crying silently. Finally she realized that she could move her fingers, then her arms and legs, and then she could move all together.
She stood and walked to the darkest corner of the room, and sat against the wall. Alice wrapped her arms around her legs and layed her head on her knees. She swallowed hard, and let her mind go blank. She would get sleep, even if she had to force it upon herself. Even if the way to do so wasn't at all sane.