I stood outside of my fathers door, afraid of what might happen if I stepped inside. The nightmares seemed so real, almost as if they were flashbacks. I shook my head at the thought. Flashbacks usually happened to people with truama. I didn't have any traumatic events. Well, besides losing Mother to an illness years ago. I was very young at that time. We were happier back in those days. Father was happier...
"Alice?" I looked up in shock.
"O-Oh! Father! I'm sorry I was-" He cut me off.
"Lost in thought, I know." He knelt down to my level. "Were you thinking of your Mother?" He asked me. I nodded. "I miss her too, sweetheart." He said, bringing me into his office. The door closed, making a 'click' noise, signaling it was locked. This was it, this was where the nightmares took place.
His office looked like a typical doctors office. There was a long medical chair, with arm restraints, leg restraints, and even a waist restraint. I've only ever seen him use it on me once, and that was when I was coming too during my treatment. I always got put to sleep for my treatments. I never dream. I never have nightmares. I'm not even sure I'm alive during that time.
He picked me up and put my on the chair. "You know, once you turn 10, I'm not going to pick you up anymore." He smiled lightly at me. That was the only time he ever really smiled, was when he was in here, giving me treatments. Maybe it was his way of calming me down, but his sudden empathy only made me question him further.
"Once I'm 10, maybe I won't have nightmares anymore." I said, as he handed me the white dress. This white dress I always wore during my treatments. Father told me it was because white was a healing colour, whatever that means. I didn't care. I just wanted the nighmares to end. He pulled the green curtain around the medical bed shut. I took that time to change, throwing my purple dress into the hamper next to the bed. I then laid back on the medical bed, taking a deep breath in. I held it for a few seconds before letting it out.
I looked up at the claw. We called it the 'S.C.O.U.P', but I still had no idea what all those letters stood for. Father always said it was for his private work, so I never questioned him further.
"Are you ready?" He asked from behind the curtain.
"Yes." I replied. He opened the curtain and walked over, holding the bag of liquid in his hands. He placed the bag on one of the hooks on bed. He then began to prep the needle that would allow me to fall asleep. Placing it in my arm, I flinched. "I'm sorry." He said.
"No it's okay..." I replied.
"Alright. This should hold off the nightmares for at least two weeks. Then we can do another treatment if we need to." He explained. I watched at the liquid dripped from the bag into the tube that ran into my arm. He pushed a button on the side of the bed, making the cold metal warm. "Close your eyes Alice." I did what he asked me to do. "It'll all be over soon."
? P.O.V
It felt so short, then again, it always did. When I woke up, I wasn't in the office anymore, but instead I was in my bedroom. I looked to the left, and then to the right, not exactly knowing what to do. There was a knock on my door. "Alice, it's me, may I come in?"
"Alice?" I felt myself question out loud. "I'm already back to being Alice?" I whispered the rest of it. "If I'm Alice, that means..."
Another knock. "Alice?"
"Oh, yes, come in!"
I watched as a blonde haired maid opened the door. Chica... She looked better than the last time I saw her. When I first brought her here, she was so skinny, and so tiny, it was almost impossible to believe she was still alive. She was so young at the time.
"How was your visit with your Father? You've been asleep for a day now." She came over and opened the curtains.
"A day?" I asked out loud.
"Well yes, that's normal, isn't it?" She replied, confused by my sudden response.
"Yeah..." I looked down at the blanket I was sitting under.
"Your Father has requested to see you this morning. Would you like to eat before or after you see him?" She asked, as she walked back towards the door.
"After." I replied.
"Understood. I'll prepare breakfast once you have returned." She bowed and took her leave.
I ripped the blanket off of Alice's body, walking it over to the mirror. I looked into it, glaring at the small fragile figure I was trapped inside. "Why does he do this to you, Alice?" I asked the reflection. "Father wasn't like this before..." I pulled off the shirt that Alice had been wearing, glaring at her chest. It was bruised, which was obvious, but in the middle, I could see the hint of the glowing remnant through her skin. I could see my glowing remnant through her skin.