Alice's Story

by Wandering Seas

The title pretty much explains it all. Alice deserves more of a story than one paragraph that Stephanie Meyer gives her. This is based on those few paragraphs, but much more in detail. Might be kind of wierd at first. Alice/Jasper and all the other original Twilight pairings.

5. Chapter 5

A/N I don't own Twilight. Or mental asylums. By the way, someone said in a review that Alice's real name was Mary, not Marie. Sorry about that. And thank you, guest person.

Book of the update: Redwall series by Brian Jaques

Chapter 5

As the doorknob turns, I shudder and shrink back into the mattress. But when the doctor walks in, it's not Dr. Fields. It's someone different, and alone; not accompanied by nurses or people to drag me to the ice tub. He smiles a real, kind smile at me. "Hello Alice. My name is Dr. Kenneth."

I look at him. "I don't want to go. Please don't make me go."

His smile drops and he looks confused. "Where do you not want to go, Alice?"

An involuntary shudder makes me close my eyes. "The ice baths. And the electric shocker." Another shudder.

His face is horrified. "Dr. Fields made you do those things?" I nod, still not looking him in the eye. "That is highly inappropriate. We stopped using those barbaric methods years ago." I can feel his gaze on me. "Alice, I promise that as long as you are under my care, I will never hurt you or force you to do something you don't want to do." I finally look up at his eyes, and am shocked when I do. His irises are golden. Black pupils, surrounded by gold and a hint of red. I must have looked startled, because he chuckles. "It's alright; most people have the same reaction when they look at my eyes."

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I have decided that I like this man. He is nice, and doesn't speak to me like he thinks I'm crazy. In fact, earlier he had right out said it:

"Alice, why do you think you are here?"

I look him right in the eye once more. "Everyone thinks that I'm crazy."

"Do you think you are?"

"No." I reply honestly.

He leans closer. "Can I tell you a secret"….. " I don't either."

My eyes widen. "You believe me? Honestly?"

He nods. "I don't think that you are suffering from a mental illness. Only severely misunderstood."

I still haven't told him about my 'premonitions'. I'm afraid that if I do, he will think I'm crazy. I can't do that. He's my last hope to get out of here.