It has been a while since I created a new story, and this was a bit of a challenge to create. Unfortunately I've only ever seen the movies and read a couple of the books. I've only seen two episodes—I so wanted to watch all of them but I can't. :/

But do not fear! I know that Hannibal is …well there are no words to describe him, but he is very difficult to write and hopefully I can pull off his character.

Hey look its Hannibal! Everyone's favorite cannibal!

Enjoy.

The Little White Pill

Prologue: Livin' La Vida Loca

White walls…

White. Fucking. Walls.

Those were the words currently floating through my head as I took in my surroundings, while sitting on the small bed. Everything was white.

The sheets, walls, my clothes, chair, desk— need I go on? Everything was too clean. My room is nowhere this clean or this white. "What is going on?" I asked myself and pushed myself off the bed and looked around the small space of what seemed to be my room. Everything I had was to the minimum, I didn't even have a handle on the door…wait that's not right.

My bare feet padded against the cold tiles as I made my way to the door. I pushed my hands against it, trying to open it. Nothing. I put my right ear on the door trying to listen to anything. Everything was silent, not a whisper or sound. That's what I thought, until I heard the sounds of wheels and feet going down a hallway. I backed away from the door slowly, trying not to freak out about what was happening. That's the problem. I don't like not knowing what's happening. The sounds of small wheels stopped outside of my door and heard the jingle of keys insert into the door and heard creaking of the door opening.

A blonde man with blue eyes, who was very short dressed in all white was wheeling in a cart of what looked like a small paper cup and small pills. He couldn't hurt a fly. "Clarice, it's time for your medicine." He said in light voice that I have never heard before on a man. I shook my head in confusion. I turned my head to the pills, then back at him.

"My name isn't Clarice. You have the wrong person." I said with a glare.

"U-umm. Clarice Starling?" He tried again.

"…" My eyes narrowed in annoyance. "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Timothy," he gulped, "I-I've been giving you your medicine for the past 5 years." My eyes widened and felt like screaming at the top of my lungs until my throat became raw. I had to stay composed and get the hell out of here.

His expression was one of fear. His face turned white as sheet. I saw him reach behind the small cart and press something. "What did you do?" I stood from the bed quickly and put both of my hands on the cart in front of him. He flinched and started to back away slowly. "Where am I?"

"I-I-uh."

"Where am I?" I tried to stay calm and instead my voice betrayed me, cracking in the end. I already knew where I was the moment my eyes saw its surroundings. I was in a place with a lot of white, locked in a room, and apparently had to take medicine. Not that hard to connect the dots, but deep inside I wanted to be wrong.

He gulped and began talking, "You're in Baltimore Hospital…f-for the C-criminally Insane." Everything was silent…until I completely went off and threw the cart on its side. I dented the wall with the cart's sharp corner.

"So let me get this straight. You're telling me that I'm insane?!" I felt like slamming his head into the wall…whoa. Maybe I do belong here. No! Snap out of it girl! You are not crazy…I think.

As I was contemplating whether I was crazy or not, the next thing I know, I feel a large body crushing into mine and landing on the floor. All of my air got knocked out of me and saw black dots in my vision as another small person entered the room. I felt the larger body flip me on my back and restrained my hands as the smaller person was talking to the blonde man I was questioning earlier.

"What happened?"

"She relapsed. I think she created another personality. She started to reject who she was, she can't remember being in here for the past five years."

"Patient number 07116," I stopped struggling. "Your name is Clarice Starling." I looked away from the feminine voice. "Look at me, I am your doctor, Alana Bloom. I've been your doctor since you've been admitted—"

"NO!" I was even surprised by my commanding voice. "MY NAME IS NOT CLARICE STARLING! MY NAME IS PHOENIX TODD! I WAS BORN AND RAISED IN THE SUBURBS OF LOS ANGELES AND—!" I was cut off from my rant as I felt something poke me on the back of my neck. Son of a bitch they got me.

I started kicking and screaming as the large man put me on the bed and out of nowhere, got leather straps to tie me to the bed. "I am not Clarice! I'm not Clarice! I am me!" I started to get hazy and felt tears leaking from my eyes. I couldn't do anything. I wasn't this woman. I'm not this Clarice.

"I am Phoenix." I whispered.

The last thing I saw was the woman give me a look of pity. I don't need her pity. I don't want it. Any of it. I just want my life back. I'm not Clarice. I swear.

I know it's short, but my next chapter is going to be longer. My mind is about to explode! I want to put a lot of detail into this, but I'm not sure if my readers will like it. Only one way to find out. I know it's a typical girl falls into the universe, but I want to do it with a little twist. By the way, anyone know how I can see Hannibal all the way from the beginning? I only saw two episodes then I got busy with school work and I can't find any way to see it.