Lizette's POV
Asylum.
Cell. Cage. Jail. Institute. Establishment.
Call it what you will--but I swear, I don't belong here.
I don't belong here. I DON'T belong here. I DON'T BELONG HERE!
I stare at the man in front of me, dressed all in black. He hands me a new set of clothes--all white.
Why are you doing this to me?
I tilt my head as I stare at the man, begging to ask him this question, but I've been here so long in silence that I can barely speak words.
"Lizette, take the clothes and change into them," he commands.
I slowly take it with a pale shaking hand.
Lizette--yes, that's my name, I suppose... right?
Right?
I stare at the clothes. I look back up to the man.
"I don't belong here," is what I manage to mouth.
The man leans towards me.
"Oh, but you do."
He turns around and leaves, and I'm stuck here.
Crazy--I've been here for many years, and out of all these years, I still can't remember this man who always comes by once a month to drop off clothes and sometimes a treat every now and then. Yet out of all these years... I still remember one person.
I never want to even think about her again.
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Maniac
General FictionLizette is the older sister of Suzette, and both are daughters of the king and queen. One night kills the king and queen, sends Lizette to an asylum, and places the younger Suzette on the throne. But the identical twins have a secret they do not wis...
