Daisy Jane laid across her bed, throwing a baseball blankly at the walls of her asylum bedroom wall. She'd been here as long as she could remember, and nothing exciting ever happened here anymore. Sometimes people fought the guards but, so many times has she seen that in her life. Her ball hit the photo placed on her nightstand, A happy 4-year-old Daisy with her so called 'Amazing' family. Who dumped her here for being 'unstable' when she told her family that she could hear the flowers argue. As far as she knew, its normal for a 4 year old's imagination to make them say those things, she didn't think it was true that they'd talked but... How was someone who hadn't been allowed near a single flower since being dropped here.
She hadn't heard from her family since then either... not that she gave a shit, they abandoned her. She didn't want either of them. She heard a knock on her door, and she hid the small white and red ball under her blanket. Inside walked Doctor Albridge, A Tall and angry woman who looked like she was older then the planet itself. The woman grimaced at the dark skinned blonde Infront of her "Margaret Jannett your Mother is here to see you. Please put on your proper clothing and change out of that gown."
Daisys eyes went wide "My What? I don't believe I have a mother" the girl fired at the doctor. "And My Name is Daisy. Daisy Jane." She couldn't stand anyone in here, or anyone out there. As she tried to shove past the woman a nurse shoved a needle into her arm and things started to spin.
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Daisys eyes fluttered open still laying in her bed. Changed into the yellow shirt and dark orange skirt she was forced to wear whenever someone visited the asylum. Her messy hair was in two braids, and she gently stood up, walking out of the room, trying to remember the events of before she'd passed out.
While wondering she ran into a nurse who smiled softly. "Miss Daisy" the nurse grinned, she was a new nurse, Allison or something like that. She respected the name choices Daisy had, unlike everyone else. Daisy sighed "Good afternoon miss Allison"
Alison gently took her hand and brought her to the front office. A tall woman with dark hair and a skin tone and eye color matching Daisys grinned "Awe Margret! My dear daughter how are you" she was so fake it made Daisy sick. Daisy rolled her eyes "Why are you here"
Her mother rolled her eyes and took her outside, getting the 17-year-old girl to walk the path around the building.
As they walked her mother kicked rocks around the path "Margret... Your father passed away a week ago... I thought it was time to make up with you"
Daisy stopped dead in her tracks. Seeing a mouse on the lawn but it didn't look normal. It was white, almost opalescent, and it was starring right at her. Then it broke into a run, going into the garden maze.
Daisy didn't know why but she ran, ran after it as fast as she could. Despite the screams from her mother behind her. She ran, and ran and ran, until she got to the middle of the maze, and lost track of the odd mouse she had seen. Though there was a mirror, a gorgeous mirror up against the plant made wall.
She felt herself step on something sharp, the soles of her green sneakers so thin that it hurt her foot to step on the metal. She knelt down and picked up the bronze rusted key, when she stood up there was a keyhole in the mirror. As odd as it was to her, she stuck the key into the slot and turned it, the mirror glistened, and she put the key into her pocket. She touched the mirror, and it was cold, hand going through it. So, she tested it by gently kicking the glass, her foot went through, and she tumbled through it. She rolled across the ground beyond the mirror till she hit a ledge.
A dark hole sat Infront of her and she hopped down the hole, if she dies, she dies. No one will even notice anyway. The girl fell down for what felt like forever, and her breathing seemed to stop, and she blacked out once more.

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A Wonderlandiful Mistake
Fantasy"Shes The Wrong Alice" But She was no Alice at all "Somethings Wrong the real Alice has gotten far to strong" "Someone has to stop her. It might as well be me"