A/n: Yes, I know Alice may seem a bit dark in this one. I'm assuming that the tone of an Asylum is never truly happy, and by this, I am going by. If I would ever write a present day Alice, of course she'd be her regular self. Excuse the shortness, please.

My cell is dark. I see no one, not even my own reflection in the timid darkness. I stretch my lanky, stout arms out, pulling them to their highest length, feeling my joints pang in displeasure. I am utterly alone in this mental hospital...this asylum. I put my arms down to my sides. Standing in the middle of this hostel cell, I feel small. Not as if I was ever tall, but small, mind wise. Shouldn't I be banging the walls in rage, crying out as if I were in torture? I face forward, staring at what seemed to be a door. Locked, of course. Who would expect it to be open?

I have very few choices in this prison-esque building. There were certain things I could do outside of the cell, but inside, I have my bed, and a small area for a sink and a toilet. Honestly, I believe the workers here may remove the sinks. I guess someone could use it a weapon. Perhaps the porcelain could tempt someone? I give up my military position and set cross legged on the floor. I couldn't tell the sort of material the floor was made of...concrete? It wasn't wood...

I sigh. Was I honestly thinking of this? I had better thoughts to think of, more important ones at that. I bite my index finger's nail, nibbling. The other nails were already down to almost nothing. I wasn't sure when I had acquired this habit. Certainly not with my parents. I shiver. There wasn't much warmth in a place like this. Almost never would I receive a extra blanket. There was only one special occasion on which I had been given something besides my absolute necessities, and that was one extra pillow, which was taken away from me half way through the night due to a new patient checking in. I let out a harsh laugh. Patient? They rarely help us here.