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Chapter One
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Mary Alice Brandon's Point of View

"Mary Alice!" I heard my mother calling, "Come downstairs! Oh, and bring your jacket."

I took my jacket out of my closet and went downstairs. I found my mother, my father and Cynthia waiting for me all holding their coats as well. It had been unusually cold here lately.

"Where are we going?" I asked cautiously. They all looked detached and cold as instead of their usual warm attitudes.

"We're going for a ride," my father said.

I hadn't seen a ride. I hadn't seen anything except a normal day. Something was wrong. I walked out through the front door, clutching the sleeve of my jacket tightly. The dark sky threatened rain and the violently blowing wind mussed my pitch-black hair. My family followed closely behind me, watching my every move as if they were prepared to catch me if need be.

We all got into the car, the only one on our street. The doors closed and locked. Then I saw it. I saw my hair being shaved off, shock treatments torturing me, drugs to keep me in a constant daze, to keep me in darkness. Our destination was the asylum.

I frantically tried to unlock my door to escape but my mother and sister restrained me. I screamed but no one except my family heard.

My sister covered my head with a black hood so I wouldn't see anything. I stopped struggling. What was the point? You can't stop fate. My fate had been chosen for me. I would live the rest of my days in the asylum. The thought chilled me and I tried to shy away from it.
For what seemed like an immeasurable amount of time, the car thundered along the newly paved road. I rested my covered head against the back of the seat and slept.

When I woke up the car was still moving. They must have wanted to take me far away so they would not have to answer questions. I still did not know why. I was a good daughter. I had always done what was told and expected of me. It made no sense. The only thing I couldn't do for my family was to stop the visions. That was my parent's only request I could not comply to. It was then that I realized that this must have been why they were exiling me to the hell that was supposed to make me 'normal'.

The car stopped moving and my door opened. I felt my father's rough hand grip my arm and guide me out of the car. I complied and went where he guided me. To resist would have been useless because he was a foot taller than me.

"Mr. Brandon, I presume?" said a man with the most musical, beautiful voice I had ever heard.

"Yes," my father replied, "And you are?"

"Michael Carson. I'm an attendant and counselor here at the asylum." Michael Carson lifted the black hood from my face and handed it to my mother. "This must be Mary Alice."

He had the face of a Greek god. His dark brown hair was carefully combed in place, his dark eyes with a hint of red, were cautious. Despite living in the deep and sunny south, his skin was white as snow except for under his eyes that looked as though they were bruised.

"Yes," my father said with a sigh, poorly hiding his disappointment.

"We will take good care Mary Alice, here. Would you all like a tour of the premises?"

"No thank you, Mr. Carson. We'll be leaving now."

"When will you be visiting Miss Brandon?" asked Mr. Carson, his cold hand gripping my arm.

"We won't," my father said as he closed the car door, leaving me behind forever.

My eyes filled with tears as I watched the noisy car drive away. I felt numb in my arms and legs. What did I do to deserve this horrible fate?

"Come with me" Mr. Carson said softly, wrapping one of his cold arms around my shoulder to comfort me. "I know you're not insane, you just have gift. If it were left up to me, I would not treat you at all. But this is what your family wants and I have no say in what will happen."

We walked together into the foreboding gray building, and along a path covered in weeds and closed in by a chain link fence fringed with barbed wire. I looked out to the vast expanse of gray sky for the last time. Rain drops began thudding onto the land and two heavy doors opened. Mr. Carson led me into a room where two heavily muscled men in white scrubs waited with a needle, dripping with sedative. They approached me and held me so I wouldn't struggle. The needle found my vein, and I fell into blackness.