Yeah, so... it's been a while!
Tennis season is pretty much wrapped up, so I have alot of free time now.
This story is about Alice's past, and it starts while she's still in the Asylum for her visions.
I attempted to write her backstory once before, but it wasn't good. It's time for take two!
I hope you all like it, please review if you have time!

"Alice, get up."

"Alice, really, it's morning."

"I'm not kidding, darlin', get up."

I opened my eyes.

Everyday, there he was. The only thing that made this place semi-bearable.

Jonas.

He smiled at me, sitting in the rickety wooden chair next to my bed. His chocolate curls were in a delicate disarray around his face. His brilliant amber eyes were shining like the sun. I groaned and sat up.

"Well, are you ready for some fun?" Jonas asked enthusiasticaly.

"No treatments today?" I yawned, getting up to grab my day clothes from the table across the room. Fun was a foreign term around here.

"Alice, do I need to tell you what day it is today?" He frowned, following me.

"I guess so," I mumbled, I had no idea what this guy was talking about.

"Seriously, come on!" he exclaimed with a grin, "It's your nineteenth birthday! You know, you usually don't have to tell a girl these things."

"I totally forgot!" I screeched, dropping the hideous clothes back on the table and running over to check my calender next to my bed. He was right.

"Shh, they'll hear you," he scolded, his glorious smile dropping as he pointed to the guards who were just outside the walls of my cell.

"Sorry," I whispered, "so, what are we gonna do today?"

"Well..." he began, making his way over to put his cool hands on my shoulders, "I was thinking... maybe I could sneak you out of here, get you some sunshine."

My mouth dropped open. Going out of the asylum? Nobody's ever done that.

"We can do that?" I asked, disbelieving.

"No, not really." He grimaced. "But Alice, I'd take the risk for you." His eyes bore into mine.

My mouth curved in a small smile as I grabbed the clothes and headed for the door to my bathroom. "I'll be right back, I'm gonna get dressed."

"I'll be right here," he said simply, returning back to his chair.

I grabbed my wooden brush from my cabinet above the sink and started to brush furiously through my hair. As I started brush my teeth, I thought about the first day Jonas came to work here. Six months ago.

I was sitting in my room, doodling in my notebook, when they called all patients to the common room. I cautiously got up, and made my way to the front room of the establishment. I hated going in there, because everyone was scary and intimidating. It made me feel like I was the only person here who had their sanity. But then again, I might be.

I quietly took a seat in the very back of the room and put my head down. More people started to file in, but it felt like to room got quieter. Under my breath, I began to hum a melody, one my father had wrote for me many years ago. One I never forgot, and never will forget.

Finally, the lead doctor began to talk. In all honesty, I couldn't care less about what he was saying, so I began the melody again, right where I left off. I was halfway throught the bridge, when I saw him.

He was standing in the front of the room, tall, muscular, and very pale, with his gentle curls framing his face. His eyes were a startling shade of golden brown. Pure, sparkling like jems. He was young too, only 21 years old.

I snapped back to reality, as I realized I had been brushing my teeth for far longer than necessary. I quickly rinsed out my mouth and put on my grey sweats and t-shirt. I practicaly ran out of the room.

"Looking good as ever," he joked, glancing at my apparel.

"Oh whatever," I said, strolling past him to grab the breakfast on the table. "Flavorless oatmeal, my favorite." I groaned.

"Sorry, hun. I couldn't find anything better." He apoligized, coming over to put his arms around me. "Really, you look fine." He gently kissed the top of my head.

I broke away from his hold to go stand by the door. "You ready to go?" I whispered, spinning around to face him.

"Of course." He pushed me aside as he strolled out the door and down the narrow hallway, as I followed right behind.

"Goodmornin' gentlemen," he greeted the other doctors as we walked by. They all nodded towards me, assuming he was taking me to one of the back rooms for daily shock treatments.

"Come on!" he whispered to me, taking my hand as we made our way down an empty back hallway. We stopped next to the last room in the hallway, adjacent to the exit. "I put a dress in there for you to wear outside, you'd look really odd wearing that," he joked. I let go of his hand and quietly closed the door behind me as I entered the room. On the metal table in the middle of the room, the only thing that was in there, hung a bright crimson sundress. I quickly changed, admiring the way it gently fell to my knees, making a delicate silohouette around me. I shoved my grungy clothes in the back corner of the room, and went out to the hallway to join Jonas. He stood right by the exit, anticipation looming in his eyes.

"You ready for this, Alice?" he asked, looking down at me with genuine concern. He knew I didn't like to break rules. Here, the punishments were excrutiating. Nobody liked extra shock treaments.

"Ready as I'll ever be," I choked, forcing a smile onto my face. He must have bought it, because then he opened the door, and we quickly walked out into the brilliant glow of daytime.

I gasped.

The next chapter will be up soon, the drama will begin soon, I promise!
Thanks for reading!

-Gabrielle.