The nurse roughly grabbed strands of my hair and cut off the hair close to my neck. I wanted to scream and run, but I couldn't I could only sit there and bathe myself. After she was done cutting my hair she dried me off and pushed me into the guards hands. I stumbled and was pinned down and the gaurds threw me into a cell with a weeping girl. I got up and found some paper and a pencil under my bed and wrote: my name is Mary Alice I am from wheat ridge Colorado, I am 16 and I have a sister named Christine. I hid the pencil under my mattress and waited for a miricle . None came but I realized the girl kept crying so I crept up beside her and held her rubbing circles into her back. "A...alice?" She squeaked trembling. I realized it was Christine. I held her and sang soft melodies to put her to sleep. I woke up a few hours later by two trays of food that were shot through a slot in the bottom of the door. I looked at the porridge realizing how hungry I was I pulled one of the trays onto the bed and scarfed down the porridge witch tased like blue berry cardboard. I heard a rustling noise and turned to Christine. I picked up her poridge and set it on her bed. "Where are we?" She asked scared. "We're at the crazy house, the insane asylumn." I mumbled. Christine was only 7 so she didn't understand at all. Just then the door swung open and an armed guard pulled me into the hallway and down various other hallways not noticing I was thrashing arround and beating on his hands and arms. He tossed my into a room with a doctor and two nurses. I had hid the piece of paper in the pillow case on my bed. The doctor talked to me a while then he strapped me into a chair like thing. He put a circular thing into my mouth while he took two sponges and a wired contraption and touched them to my temples. The pain was excruciating and past memories flooded by my vision was foggy and my memories flooded together leaving me confused and tormented forgetting my own name. Soon
the pain was over and the doctor sat me up. "How do you feel Alice?" The doctor asked. "I feel pretty good" I said smiling. "Alice... , I like that name" I said smirking. I had been in the asylumn so long that all hope seemed lost. I re read the paper every time I got done with 'treatment'. Soon the days blurred together as so did the ink on the paper, and nothing made sence. I was soon starting to believe that the doctors truly wanted to help me. My hair was starting to grow and I would be forced to get it trimmed soon. "It's time" the guard murmured annoyed. "Okay" I said holding my arms behind my back cooroperativley. "What are you doing?" The guard asked amused. " I give up trying to run" I said lying through my teeth. " well it's not like you could take me down anyway, tiny girl like you." He replied chuckling. He grabbed my arm and walked me to the office. He didn't even handcuff me. The doctor turned toward me and smiled. " we have decided you are stable enough to take walkes on the grounds with a straight jacket in our closed off garden section. "Really?" I asked happily. "Now for your treatment" the doctor said I clutched the note in between my thumb and forefinger and hoped the nurse didn't see it. I layed down in the chair and waited for the usual injection. When it was given to me I questioned "why?, do I have to to this every day...it's too painful". "What is painful?" The doctor asked curiously awaiting an answer. " The memories" I managed to whisper. "The treatment is for your own good" The doctor replied. Placing the bit in my mouth and touching the electrical device to my temples. After the 'treatment' I was led into a room I had never seen before. "Stay here" the guard instructed. I looked arround the room and wondered why I was here. Another guard burst through the door. He walked easily and effortlessly to the desk . Two seconds later he disappeared I felt a sharp prick in my neck and was unconscious.