Scared and Cold by Miss Claire Alice Whitlock
This story is about Alice going to the Asylum and how she felt. I'm sorry for all of you guys that like my funny side, this is just not it. R and R and I'll write more funny stuff. I love you all.
Alice Point of View
I was cold in my room, unwanted. I was scared. The men were coming to take me out and away to that scary place they call an Asylum.
They say it heals "us". I say it's only for their yearning to torture. They also say I'm coming back. I doubt it. They will kill me there with those shots and shock treatments.
I hope I won't go but Mother and Father rarely come here to the attic that is my room so I have no hope I can convince them not to. They only slip me some food and water hoping that the secret will be hidden of my "evil" visions.
I screamed and screamed into the blackness that was in the attic but there was no hope because my parents soundproofed my attic so nobody heard.
Sweet Cynthia, my loving sister, loved me so but was cut off from me and could not speak of me or with me. She tried to sway my parents but they were ruthless and did not want to ruin their image.
Everyone thinks I'm dead. I should be. No one loves me anyways, so what is the point??
The men walk in and grab my arms. They put me in a white suit with many buckles and strapped me in. I cried but did not scream or struggle. It was no use. Please, I thought, let me die!!
Another man grabbed my trunk, the only thing in my cold attic room. It held presents from when I had no visions and when my life was perfect and things like clothes.
Cynthia waved and I gave her a smile. She dropped a note in my hand.
I read it later and it said:
Alice,
I love you so much. I will save you and you will leave with me. We will escape.
Love,
Cynthia
They loaded me into a cart and I left, leaving my life that used to be perfect.
When we got to the dark drab building, they put me with my trunk into a white room and I cried myself to sleep.
Readers,
I will write more if you want me to. I love you all.
Claire