Copyright: The character Mary Alice Brandon, along with parts of the story line, were created by Ms. Stephenie Meyer, a much more amazing author than I, and I am not claiming any of it=] Thanks.
~~Mary's POV~~
I cried the entire way to the "hospital", if you can even call it that. It was a tiny place, out in the middle of nowhere. I'm assuming we were no longer in Biloxi as it took what seemed like forever to get there. I cried so hard for so long, that I thought for sure my eyes would dry up, and my tears would leave me, but unfortunately for Dr. Jacobs, I had plenty left. The doctor had two large men drag me into the hospital, as I refused to cooperate. I think at that time I was still in shock that my parents had let them take me. It was a good year before I finally let myself believe that those jackasses were the ones who had sent me there. The two men "escorted" me into the building, leading me straight to the back of the first hallway and down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs there were five or six doors, the bigger of the two men took out a key and unlocked the last door on the right hand side and threw me in. Hospital? More like prison. The room was small, barely big enough to fit the little bed, trunk, and lavatory. To my slight comfort, there was a light. I hated the dark, and that was my biggest fear in this little prison that I would now call home. I sat on what I assumed would now be my bed, still shaking and sobbing, and fell asleep.
I awoke to the sound of my big metal door opening. Yes, the doors were metal. A tall woman walked in and sat on the trunk beside my bed. My eyes were sore from crying so much the day before and finally, they had dried up, no more tears to cry. "Hello Mary." the woman began, attempting to sound sweet, "I'm Mrs. Garmon. I will be taking care of you while you are here." She smiled. Normally, I would have appreciated the attempt to be friendly, but as she spoke, I could tell she was very nervous being here with me, and she leaned to the opposite side. She had also left the door open. How could they think I was dangerous? I had never hurt anyone in my life, at least not purposely! Did they think my dreams were going to hurt them? "Breakfast is ready upstairs, but if you don't want to eat with the other patients yet, I can bring something down to you." I stared at her blankly, wishing she would go away and leave me alone. I was not ready for company. My heart still felt like it was on fire, and I wanted to cry again. "Well, you make up your mind and let me know, Just knock, my office is right up the stairs and to the left." I was relieved when finally, she awkwardly stood up and headed for the door. "Oh, I almost forgot, this is for you. Doctor Jacobs told me to have you journal your dreams. It will help you to realize that you aren't... Well you know.." she looked uncomfortable again as she scuttered out the door, handing me a black journal. I heard her lock the door behind her, which just angered me more. I threw the little journal into the corner of my room, knocking the little pen out of it's slot and over to the door.
"I'M NOT CRAZY!" I screamed, pounding my fist into the wall next to my bed. The tears came back, rushing down my cheeks like a waterfall. I don't think I'd ever cried so much in my life. I was starving, but I stayed in my room for the entire day, crying and slamming my fists into the wall. At dinner time, Mrs. Garmon came back.
"Mary, I heard you screaming." she said calmly. I continued my blank stare, wiping the tears from my own face, like my mother used to do for me. "We don't think you're crazy Mary, you just have some.. problems to work out. I hope you will come up for dinner Mary?" she acted as if she wanted me to go up with her, but really, she was just hoping that I would stay in my room and starve myself, I could see it in her eyes. I wouldn't give her what she wanted, so I went with her to eat. The two big men were standing at the top of the stairs, watching the other patients come up I assumed, making sure no one got out of line. I kept silent, not saying a word as she marched me into the little dining room. There were 4 long foldable tables set up, nothing nice like we had at home. Most of the seats were already full. Everyone was staring down at their food, avoiding eye contact. Well, everyone except the man at the end of the farthest table. He was staring straight at me, as if he were looking right through me. I gasped and turned away when I saw his eyes. They were pitch black. I scurried towards the kitchen with Mrs. Garmon, taking the plate of food that the cook handed me. I'm not quite sure what it was but it looked like garbage, and tasted worse. I went to sit down at the table closest to the stairs and eat my food. I looked up as I took the first bite and immediatly looked down again. The man was still staring. I brought my food over to the trash and motioned to Mrs. Garmon to bring my back downstairs. That man was scary. I looked back at him as I made my way out of the room, and could've sworn I saw him wink at me with those dark, evil eyes.
AN: Still not very long, but getting there. Brought a little more of the intensity I think.. I know it's a little early to bring in "the man" but.. well, you'll see. Review!