A/N I don't own Twilight series. By the way, someone told me in a review what the specific time was (thank you!) but I am still going to be vague about the time period, to prevent any research mistakes for asylums. If I do get anything wrong (which I know I will) I'm sorry.
Book of the update: Camille by Tess Oliver
Chapter 3
I blink my eyes, unaccustomed to the light, and look around me. I see white-ish walls and white-ish floors, with a single tiny window across from me. I realize that I am lying in a bed with white sheets and rails along the side. Where the heck am I? Then it all comes rushing back: the vision, my father, the bakery, that man, the needle…
I look up as a man with a clipboard and pen comes into the room, sitting down on a chair in the corner. He looks at me for a moment, before saying, "Do you know who you are?" I roll my eyes, not answering. "You are Marie Alice Brandon. This is a safe place. You're okay, Marie."
"Alice."
He looks confused. "Excuse me?"
"I like to be called Alice. Please don't talk to me like I'm crazy. I'm not."
He smiles fakely, "Of course not," and scribbles onto his clipboard. "I am Doctor Fields. I will be taking care of you, Alice." He puts extra emphasis on my name. "So, do you know where you are? Why you are here?" I turn my head. "We can help you here; you're safe." Just as he says that, a scream can be heard from down the hall.
I turn my head back and glare at him, not saying a word. He gives me a fake smile again. When I continue staring, he scribbles on the board again. "Well, Alice. I have to go now. Goodbye."
I fiddle with the sheets, waiting for something to happen: for somebody to come take me home, saying this was all a mistake. Even just for somebody to visit. For somebody to believe me when I say that I'm not insane.