Alice's struggle

Prologue

"The hatter doesn't exist Alice," Merissa screamed at me, "your fifteen stop pretending."

"He does," I fired back. I ran to my bedroom and slammed the door.

I started crying uncontrollably and threw myself on my bed and grabbed my stuffed bear. I hugged it and buried my face in my pillow. I was furious, i kept thinking about how horrible it was for her to tell me my friend doesn't exist.

I kept crying on my bed. I don't know how long it had been but some time later there was a knock on my door. Without waiting for an answer my sister walked in and sad on my bed.

"Alice." She let out a sigh when I turned away. "I'm sorry okay. C'mon let's get ice cream and talk."

I got up at the word ice cream. She smiled and hugged me. When we got in the car she handed me a tissue.

Merissa started the car. Since we lived in the country I knew it would be a while until we got to our favorite ice cream shop. I laid my head against the window and feel asleep. What seemed like minuets later my sister shook me awake. When I opened my eyes and looked around I realized we weren't at the ice cream shop. I realized I didn't know where we were.

The building looked like an unusual hospital. It was a large, light brown brick building with several stories. The arched windows that seemed to be in every room were barred, and so was the door. I kept looking around until I found a sign that said grey stone psychiatric hospital.

My eyes filled with tears as I looked over at my sister. I was going to ask her why she was doing this to me but she spoke before I could say anything.

"It's for your own good Alice, I can't help you anymore, I don't know what to do and I hate seeing you hurt yourself," she finished. She seemed like she was fighting back tears. I felt worse knowing I caused it. I absentmindedly pulled my selves to cover the scars and cuts. Merissa seems hurt and worn out, I almost believed her. Almost.

Tears where streaming from my face as my sister dragged my from the car. I started kicking and screaming as she carried me into the hospital. She handed me to a nurse that gave me an injection in my arm. I knew it was a sedative to cause me to sleep. As things went fuzzy and just before I fell asleep I saw my sister do something unforgivable. My last thought before sleep took over was wondering how she could leave me. I didn't want to believe it but my sister, me best friend, had abandoned me.