It all started with the fire. Or no…long before that. But it didn't matter then. No one thought anything of it before then. Only because no one cared much about her then. After the fire, that's when people noticed. After the fire, everyone disappeared, and there was no one else to care of her, but herself. And once they began to pay attention, they began to see it. They could then see the darkness that plagued her heart.
Alice, a brilliant girl, she held a powerful mind. She carried great intellect, wisdom, and fear. She knew and experienced much more than she was meant too. And later, her mind left her, she had been put to waste. Long dark hair hung around her shoulders; enchanting green eyes secretly concealing truths. Her sickly pale skin blended in with the white sheets of the steel bed, her thin frame hidden under her oversized clothes. A smile never crossed her face; a tear is never spilled.
Alice, cursed with insanity, yet claimed more sanity then the chaotic Earth. They tried to understand her, peer into her soul, yet came out empty handed, just as clueless as before. An innocent child possessing awesome strength. If only she would control it…

"Hello Alice."
Green eyes shifted away from the window to set themselves upon the psychiatrist in the doorway. "Hello Dr. Stanpole," she replied in a polite tone, before letting her eyes trail back to the window.
"How are you today? Feeling better I hope?" He asked as he stepped inside the room, shutting the door behind him. She merely nodded in response; gaze still glued at the window.
"I'm glad your doing better, he replied, pulling up a chair beside her bed.
"Yes." She refused to look back at him; something Dr. Stanpole was quick to note.
"Alice, have I upset you?" he asked, warm brown eyes studying her stolid face, trying to detect any sign of emotion.
"No," she answered curtly.
"Then what's wrong, Alice?" he questioned, placing a giant hand over her thin, cold ones.
"I'd prefer not to talk about it," was her response, ignoring his comforting touch as she kept a fixed stare out the window.
"You know you can tell me anything Alice. Don't be afraid to say it. I won't tell anybody. I just want to know what's wrong so I can help you," he reminded in his friendly voice.
"I know. I'm just not in the mood to talk about it. Not now."
"I understand. You'll tell me later than, won't you?"
"Yes."
"Would you rather me leave now, and come back tomorrow?"
The fifteen year old merely shrugged. Suddenly she felt Dr. Stanpole's soft pressure leave her hand and heard the scraping of the chair against the cement floor.
"Would you like to tell me what it is your looking at?"
"Wilbur."
"Wilbur?" Following the direction of her eyes, he met the giant willow tree.
"Yes. He's sad today. The devilish children came by and pulled at his whipping fingers, and stripped him of his covers. They laughed and carved into his heart names of people he shall never met. They trashed his home in disregard and leave him now to weep. I should have stopped them, yet I didn't. And still now I do nothing but watch him cry and shed leaves of sadness."
Dr. Stanpole was quiet for a moment, busy scribbling notes onto his pad, before looking back up. "You can't help it Alice. You must stay here. It's not your fault."
"But it is. I could have told those kids to go away and leave him be…but I chose not to. I kept quiet and watched them torture him. Watched as they punished him for his evils…"
"Evils? But he's just a tree. What evils could Wilbur have committed?"
Alice finally turned to face the psychiatrist. Her knowing eyes studied the twenty-five year old, taking in every detail. His messy chocolate brown hair fell to friendly brown eyes and curled around his face. His long, crooked nose held up the fragile frames of his reading glasses, and his crooked smile lit up his pleasant face. Around his neck he wore a warm red scarf that showed up nicely against his honey colored skin.
"Why, his existence of course," she answered matter-of-factly before turning back to the window. Sitting beside the windowsill, bathed in the sun's soft glow, she seemed almost ghost like and unreal. "Alice-"
"I'd rather you leave me now."