Alice, is gone...she's dead and its my fault. I'm the one that did all this. There are so many ifs like if I didn't meet Claire, if I hadn't left her there, if I hadn't visited, if I hadn't brought her here, if she hadn't loved me, and if I hadn't loved her. But all these ifs didn't happen and I did meet Claire and I did leave her and I did visit and I did bring her hehe and she did love me and I do love her. She was my best friend as a child, my only friend in the asylum, my only friend after I got out and the only one that truly mattered before she died... I miss her, and I hate Claire for the things she said. It all replays in my head, their conversation, the screaming, Alices face with the emotional pain showing through. My helplessness in the situation and Alices death. The image of how in last seen her haunts my mind. Oh how I wish I could have stopped her and how I wish I could go back and change all this but I can't. I now have to live in a world where my best friend, my first love, my asylum buddy, and my one are dead but the thing is that all if those are one person and that one person is Alice.
