In the dark- An Alice and Jasper story

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could feel Jasper's arms around me as he brought me into his house after the fast and furious drive away from the hospital. The dress I was in was itchy and I was sure I looked idiotic in the frilly pink contraption.

Hailey, I believe her name is, held the door open for us and Jasper carried me up the stairs and laid me down on his bed. His bed! I had seen visions of us together as a couple, but the very thought of lying on his bed sent me into a schoolgirl hysteria, or something very close to it.

Jasper kissed my forehead and I tried to contain my jealousy when he shut the door with him on the wrong side of the bloody thing, leaving him alone with Hailey. I knew Hailey was nice from what I saw, and I knew she was searching for someone she loved as much as I loved Jasper, but it was still hard for me to think of him with another woman. I was new to this whole 'love' thing, and jealousy was just one more emotion that I was going to have to conquer.

To distract myself from the two of them and my increasing self pity, I reflected on the past two years on my life, which contained more conflict and deception then most people faced in a full life time.

My past was blurry; visions and real life blending into a mess of half-forgotten memories. There was one day - or vision, I wasn't sure which - that had followed me like a lost puppy, next getting mixed into the others. It continued to dog me through the two years of torture, 'treatments' and solitary confinement. It was the only memory that forced itself into my mind every time I felt a shred of hope.

I was sitting at my mirror, scrutinizing my seventeen year old face as I counted my brush strokes.

"One hundred," I muttered and put the brush down, carefully fixing my hair. The brushing had given my black hair a nice healthy shine. I stood and readjusted the purple dress I was wearing and danced down the stairs, eager to meet the mysterious guests. My mother hadn't said anything about them, but told me to get into my best dress.

I entered the sitting room to see an older man with graying hair flanked by two large men was sitting on our couch. My father and mother were sitting on the loveseat opposite, their hands intertwined and my mothers knuckles white. I skipped over and sat on the armrest next to my mother. She freed one of her hands and pulled her fingers lightly through my almost waist long hair.

I could hear my sister Cynthia laughing in the backyard as she played with her dolls.

"Nice to meet you, my dear." The older man said, smiling. There was something wrong with his smile, something... ominous.

"Mary, this is Doctor Zelner." My father said. The Doctor reached forward to shake my hand, and I took it lightly, not wanting to be rude. He gripped my hand tightly and pulled back, jerking me forward and hitting my shins on the coffee table. The large man on his right lunged forward and grabbed me. I was confused, what was going on?

My mother started sobbing, and my father's face - once so full with happiness - was a blank slate as he watched the two large men hold me still.

"What are you doing?" I screeched. They both had one of my arms and Doctor Zelner was out of kicking range. My sister, hearing my scream, came running into the room, her eyes wide with fear.

"Let her go!" She cried, and ran straight to Doctor Zelner and hit him with her little fists. My father stood and pulled her off the Doctor and held her between him and my mother, who had followed my father off the couch. Cynthia struggled between the two of them.

"What's going on?" I demanded.

"They're going to make you better, Mary." My mother promised, tears flowing down her face.

"We're taking you to the hospital Mary, because your parents tell us you like to lie. Good girls don't lie." Doctor Zelner said, pulling a long shiny needle from his bag.