A/N: Thanks to those who reviewed! Two short entries here.
NellieGURL: I think it said somewhere in canon that Alice's date of admission to the mental institution was the same as the date on her death certificate. This was the first plausible explaination I came up with.
Disclaimer: Not mine. :tear:
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Date Still Uncertain (2 days later), 1920
I had a vision (that's the only thing to call it really). I felt like I should record it.
It was two images of the same man. In the first one he was wearing an old-style military uniform in blue and red, leaning over a table with a lamp on it in what looked like a tent. In the second one he was wearing normal clothes (white shirt, tan pants, suspenders) and sitting by a dead fountain at night. He was tall, thin but strong, and had dark blond hair that looked like amber or honey or molasses. I never saw his eyes.
I think that's all I saw.
There's a new janitor. He scares me. He's a small man, very pale, and he wears funny tinted-black spectacles. He didn't look at anyone in the room except me. It was funny, it felt like he was looking straight through my eyes and into me. I was addicted and repelled at the same time, if that is possible. I'm afraid of him. I said that already, but it's true. And yet somehow I keep hoping to see him again.
This has become my safety, this writing, and I've only just started. I keep it in my shirt and I always know it's there, even when I can't take it out. So I really have nothing to write about, but I don't want to stop.
The name on my death certificate says Mary Brandon and the name on my wristband says Alice. Just Alice. But the name I'm registered at GPH with is Alice Leigh (my mother's maiden name). I have one sister. Her name is Cynthia. Mostly I try not to think about her or my parents because they were the ones who stuck me here in the first place. I suppose that should bother me. And it does, I guess, a little, but it doesn't surprise me.
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unknown (1 week since previous entry), 1920
I'm pretty sure it's still 1920. It's fall though.
I had another vision. It was like a family photograph. I was there, and the man from the vision last week. There were three other men, all of them young, and three women. The backdrop was forest, but it looked cloudy. It didn't look like around here, that's for sure.
That's not the weirdest thing, though. When I got up off the bed where I'd collapsed, I swear that I saw the janitor peering through the little wire-enforced piece of glass in the door and then hurry away. And I keep getting the feeling like I'm being watched or that he's around somewhere.
Maybe it's just this place getting to me. It's enough to make anyone paranoid.
There will be several more journal entries by when we get up to when Alice is about to be changed it won't really be possible anymore, so the style will change. Keep reviewing!