Hi Everyone! Its theothercullen427 and I forgot to put an authors note on the first chapter. As most of you know, I have already explored Esme's Past, So I am taking a little break to get to know Alice. I have absolutely adored writing this, and I hope you love reading it. All my love, theothercullen427

Disclaimer:

No, i do not own twilight. If i did, all the male characters would be otherwise occupied

This chapter is dedicated to my friend Cindy, the first person to read this story.

Now, on to the story....

Even the entry way was dark. Dark walls, dim lights, dark metal furnishings. And by furnishings I mean one metal desk with a metal chair. A man sat there looking at us. He seemed like he could see us very clearly, even though I could barely make out his features.

"Mr. Smith?" My mother asked, pointing at the nameplate on the desk.

"Yes?" He inquired, seeming bored.

"This is Mary Alice." My mother said, as if that would explain it all.

All of a sudden, Mr. Smith's expression changed. He looked puzzled.

"Surely she isn't that intensely ill? So intensely that she would need to be locked up?"

"She is."

He looked up at my mom with his eyes almost pleading now. Why would he care about my future when he didn't even know me? Just then, it occurred to me. He didn't know me, but I knew him. I had seen him in a vision.

He sighed, told my parents where to sign, and then asked them to leave. He told them when the visiting days were, but I knew they wouldn't come. My father hugged me, but my mother turned and began to walk away.

"Goodbye Mother!" I called after her.

"I am not your mother any longer. As far as I am concerned, I only have one daughter."

She walked out.

The door slammed behind her.

I cried as Mr. Smith escorted me down countless black hallways.

"Mr. Smith," I asked through my tears, "How can you see in this light?"

"I have very good eyes. And please, its Thomas."

I nodded as why arrived at a door.

"Here we are" Thomas said. "This will be your home from now on. You will receive three meals a day at specific times. We have scheduled you for treatments once a week. You will also have a once a week walk around the building to avoid muscle atrophy. I am so sorry you have to go through this Alice. Most of them seem like they deserve this. But not you. I'm so sorry."

"How do you know my name?" I was confused. Everyone assumed that they were supposed to call me Mary.

"I am sorry, I meant Mary Alice. I just assumed, never mind. Well, see you in a week."

Then he closed the door.

If I had thought it was dark before, it was nothing compared to what it was like now. Pitch black, freezing cold. I groped around the room for furniture. I would a small cot, and little pot. By the sound of what was inside it, that was were I was meant to go to the bathroom. I felt the tears begin to flow again. I crawled under the scratchy sheets on the cot, and tried to sleep.

But I couldn't. I kept hearing something. Water? No that wasn't it. It was a voice, calling for me.

"Who is there?" I whispered.

"Alice?" I heard a voice call back.

It was Ashley! I couldn't believe my luck. Yes, we had never been close at school, but I was thrilled to have the comfort of knowing that I wasn't alone.

"Ashley! You don't know how good it is to see you. Or hear, you I suppose."

"Same here. What are you here for?"

"Visions. The same as you."

"Oh no!"

I was confused. She sounded so worried since we had something in common. What was so bad about that?

"What's wrong?"

"Alice, we have the most awful treatment. You go in there, and they demand you to say things that aren't true. And then they hurt you Alice, they hurt you so badly, it feels like you would rather die. I used to believe in god Alice, but now I wonder if there is any chance he exists, because if he did, why would he put me in this hell?! Why us Alice, what did we do wrong? We don't deserve this. Excruciating torture once a week, blackness the rest! Yesterday I bled for 3 hours. 3 hours! They sliced my arm when they were getting my out of there, and it didn't stop. I weigh 80 pounds Alice, and I'm not short! I have trouble breathing because they damaged my lungs. They try all sorts of things, inducing seizures, ice baths, chemicals, physical torture, hitting me, telling me my family was dead even though I know they aren't. They even threatened a prefrontal lobotomy! After that, I lied. I said that I no longer had visions, falsely admitted that I was insane, anything to make it easier on me. The only change? My life wasn't threatened every day I went in there. Instead they just wanted to make it hell. I don't know what to do Alice!"

I heard the tears in her words. It scared me to hear about my future like this. All I could see in my future was blackness, and it scared me to have only her words to rely on. But I couldn't help letting one question escape my lips.

"Is Mr. Smith really that bad?"

"You have Mr. Smith? Oh thank god Alice, thank god. He is the best doctor. If he decides he likes you he sometimes gets you out of treatment with Dr. Connell. My counselor decided I needed a good dose of treatment. There is hope for you Alice! Maybe you will get to leave one day! Maybe you won't die in this hell hole!"

That was good to hear. Although I wouldn't let myself hope, I was able to hope of hope, so that was at least something.

But then I heard footsteps. I shushed Ashley, and lay back down in bed.

My door opened. Mr. Smith came back in.

"I'm sorry Alice, I had forgotten, there are a couple of things we have to take care of."

I followed him to a room with 3 shower nozzles. He told me to give him my clothes and that he would get my some new ones. He told me to clean off thoroughly seeing as this was the only shower I would get for a month. He came back holding itchy looking clothes and, scissors?

"I am so so sorry Alice. Take a seat." He said as he motioned to a wobbly stool.

I felt the scissors move through my long black silky hair as he cut off inch after inch, until there was almost none left, just a light fuzz on top of my head. This just started the tears over again. I remembered back to what felt like hundreds of years ago, when I used to sit by the fire with my mother and she would braid my hair, complementing me on it all the while. All that was gone. I would never have that back. The mother or the hair. Or the fire.

As Mr. Smith escorted me back to my room, muttering apologies, I couldn't help but wonder what I had done to deserve this. Ashley was right. It made no sense. Maybe god was cruel, or maybe he didn't exist. I didn't know.

The one thing I did know was that by the time I was back in my cot, my hope of hope had completely vanished.

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-theothercullen427