Chapter 2, hope you like it!

I woke up stiff and in the dark. My long hair was tangled beneath me, and I struggled to sit up. The darkness was suffocating, it pressed in on all sides, making it hard to breath, and then the previous, day? week? my sense of time was lost with the light, it all came rushing back: the fire, Pa and Ma saying I was dead to them, dear Cynthia reaching out to me, it was all to much and I cried longer and harder than I ever had. As the time passed it seemed I had been forgotten. When had I seen light last a day a week a month? would they leave me here to die? I cried a lot because it was something to do, I would welcome a vision now an escape from the neverending abyss of black. I pulled my hair to make sure I was still alive, if I could feel pain I must be alive.

Finally, a strip of light made it's way into the room, but I didn't welcome it, it burned my retina's and made me cringe, something was thrust into the room but it was alien, unwelcome in my blackhole. When the light went away however I longed for it, I truely was going mad, I must belong here now I thought hystericaly. I crawled over to where the light had been and found bread and water, I hadn't even noticed my hunger untill now, the bread was hard and the water warm and foul tasting, but I devoured it. It left me feeling ten times hungrier.

I vision pulled me out of my horrid reality, a machine of some sort with lots of wires. I jolted back to reality. What a strange thing to see. I crawled back to my cot and tried to fall asleep. I must've managed because the next thing I knew the door was trust open and I cringed away from it again. A pair of hands grabbed me and threw me down on a gurney. I was wheeled through halls that all looked the same, white and hopeless. We arrived in what must be our destination, I looked around thankful for the change of scenery now that my eyes had adjusted to the light. A man spoke and I turned to see the machine I had seen in my vision. A young man was standing next to it.

He didn't say anything but was quite handsome, I shouldn't even have noticed that under the cicumstances but it was had to overlook. He had scissors in his hand and motioned for another nurse to come in, the new nurse held me down, I struggled fruitlessly I was no match for him. The handsome attendent took the scissors and proceeded to chop off my hair.

"No!" I protested, my hair was my pride and joy, and it took forever to grow. The man ignored me and cut it so short it must've only been a half inch. Tears flowed down my cheeks and I wiped them away with my sleeve and noticed for the first time I wasn't in my own clothes, these were white and gownlike.

"Strap her down" I heard from what seemed like a far distance away. I was shoved into a laying position and my hands and ankles were tied down by the leather bindings on the sides of the cart. They could do anything to me like this and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

"Mary--"

"My names Alice" I might as well be called my accustomed name here, it would be the only piece of home I knew.

The doctor looked surprised I was even capable of speech, "Alice then, your parents are very worried about you, they want you to get better, these visions you've been experiencing, well they arn't normal, but with a special therapy--shock therapy, we might be able to cure you."

Shock therapy, that didn't sound good. The doctors voice was like honey, and he'd said I might be able to go home, he sounded so sincere, it dripped with sincerity, but I knew better, my parents didn't want me back, I was dead to them. And this was going to be painful, that was garenteed.

The nurse stuck the wires to my forehead, stepped away and the next second I was in the most pain I had ever experience. My body was in convulsions, and the pain was everywhere. It felt like it would never stop, and when it did I was exhausted, I ached from trashing about and my muscles were tight.

"A few more of these and you should be better than ever."

A few more of these might kill me, and death was looking pretty good about now. I had no future, except pain and darkness, it would be a relief to die right now.

The next weeks or months or years passed in darkness, hunger, and pain. I dreamt of the shock machine more than ever. And to my horror I realized I was forgetting my family, it must be the therapy messing up my brain. I still had visions, mostly of upcoming pain, or of the handsome evil doctor. I prayed for death but God must still be punishing me because it wouldn't come.

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