Alice's Asylum

Chapter One

"Daddy! Don't make me go! Please! I promise to be good!" I screamed. The nasty men had me on both sides and their fingers dug into my arms and hurt me. Daddy watched me be dragged to the 'nutty van'. He had his arms crossed and his legs apart like he always looked when he was cross.

"You need to get better Mary. Goodbye for now."

"No!" The men shoved me into the van. The floor was hard and cold. The men shut the doors with a bang that hurt my ears. I got to my feet and ran to the doors. There were windows on the doors with bars across. I looked through the bars at my daddy. People were watching. Suddenly there was a roaring noise and the van moved forwards and I let go of the bars and hit my head against the cold wall. I couldn't get back to my feet. I curled up into a ball like Mommy used to. Mommy was killed by the evil man. I was going to be killed by him too.

I woke up, sweating and in tears. It was the same nightmare again. I always had it... But it wasn't a nightmare. I had been ten years old then. Not even a teenager. My father hadn't cared about locking up his daughter in a mental asylum, miles away from where we had lived. All he had cared about was my stepmother and stepsister, Cynthia.

I was now nineteen years old and I had lived here my whole life. You would think after nine years, I would have made friends but any friends that I had made in the beginning had gone their own ways. Whether they still be in Recovery (doubtful now), healed and in the world or locked away in their own cell like me.

Ah Recovery. When I had first come to the asylum, it had been nice. I had stayed in Recovery for a year and a half before I was moved here. I had stayed in the same cell for 6 and half years now. This one. I would stay here for the rest of my life too. Never leaving.