Charlie kept a good hold on the mirror as he headed back to the factory. He noticed that the handle of the mirror felt oddly warm. It was as if it was a freshly baked muffin.
"That's odd." he said.
Charlie nearly dropped the object when he looked into the glass surface. Instead of seeing a reflection, he saw a young woman being chained to a wall.
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After a great struggle the doctors managed to get Alice into her cell. Alice, however, didn't think of these people as doctors. They weren't the kind of people who helped anyone. Medicine for them was chaining the patients and torturing them all.
Alice had gone through so much pain over the years at the asylum, and despite what people thought, she felt bad for every person, young and old that entered here. She really wasn't crazy. She just had been under alot of anger and sadness. Depression was really what drove her into a coma. The asylum was really what drove her crazy.
The jail cell was grey, dark and cold feeling. The room was often filled with the soft moans of young children, their voices weary from screaming to be released from their prisons.
The man who handled Alice, threw her up against the wall with great force. She was surprised to see that she didn't get knocked out. A little girl, no older than eight, looked sadly up at Alice through dirty blonde locks. Alice tried her best to show some sympathy, and she thought she saw the girl give a weak smile.
"How are you today kitten?" the man asked Alice, grinning with yellow teeth. She responded with a death stare back.
"Mark my words sir. When I get out of here, I will see to it that you are all shot!"
The man just continued to shackle her limbs to the wall.
"Forgive me madam, if I don't worry." the man said. With a bow, he left the room.
There was silence for a moment, when Alice banged her head against the wall, sending a mass of brown hair onto her face.
"How long have you been here?"
Alice was shocked by the sudden noise. Usually people didn't talk in the cell. They just moaned or cried their pitiful selves to sleep. She blew some of the hair away, where it masked her eyes, and took in the girl.
She looked like a young Cinderella. Her blond hair fell over her dirty face, and she was dressed in black rags.
"Far longer than you." she replied. The girl nodded. Just for the heck of speaking, Alice turned toward her.
"Alice" she said, by way of introduction.
"Maggie." she said to the celing.
The room was to be filled with more noise, for at that moment, a plump rat came out of a hole at the far end. Maggie yelped, and pushed her body flat against the wall.
"Won't due you any good just so you know." Alice said. She kicked off one worn slipper.
"Come here honey." Alice said in an motherly tone. As if the rat understood, it scampered over. Maggie averted her gaze, when it started biting Alice's big toe. But she seemed to enjoy it, she thought, as she heard a soft moan of pleasure come out from her lips.
"That's enough!" Alice shouted after a moment. Ske kicked the rat, and sent it flying across the room. The power of it, managed to send a mirror to come out of her pocket, and fall to the floor.
She wiggled her bloody toe, to try and reach the mirror, but to no avail.
There was more silence, then Maggie yelped again. Alice sighed.
"What is it this-" but she stopped midsentence. The glass of the mirror was growing foggy, and after awhile, it showed a clear image. An image of two boys. One wore a top hat and the other was handing him a mirror, similar to her own.
"Who are they?" Maggie asked, her neck craning to see.
Alice shook her head. "I don't know."
That was the truth of it.
