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I Never Meant to Cause You Trouble

Summary:
Alice's human life to the time when she was sent away to the time when she finally found her family. Enjoy and review.


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1. Chapter 1

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"You're sending me away?! Why Mama? Don't you want me anymore?" I sobbed helplessly.

I kicked and screamed as the men in white dragged me out to the van.

"Alice, this for you. I will always want you. I will always love you," my mother said.

"Liar! Let me go, let me go!" I screamed.

My voice was becoming raw, and tears were streaming down my face.

I could see my mother holding Cynthia back as she tried to race to my aid.

My father was standing beside my mother looking distraught, as though he wasn't sure if he should take me into his arms or just let the men do their job.

"Please Daddy don't let them take me! I promise to not have visions anymore, just let me stay!" I screamed.

Didn't they love me anymore? Didn't they want me anymore?

"Alice, come back! Come back!" I heard Cynthia sob.

The men threw me into the back of the van and proceeded to take me to the Mississippi State Asylum...straight to Hell.

I continued to sob all the way to Jackson.

I cried for my mother, father, and Cynthia but no one heard me, no one cared.

When we finally stopped the men hoisted from the back of the van and led me in through the front doors.

"Hey Doc, here is your schizo case," one man yelled.

Then I saw him. The man who would make my life here unbearable.

"Hello Mary," he said coldly, glancing at my file.

I had never been more terrified in all my life. I had heard the rumors that this place was beyond miserable.

The patients hardly ever lived to see daylight beyond these walls again.

Why would my parents do this to me? I had thought my precognition was a gift.

Apparently I was wrong. This was a curse; it had to be if would take me away from Cynthia.

I glanced all around me in fear.

I saw the patients muttering to themselves looking as though they were half starved.

Some of them were sitting against the wall rocking back and forth trying to will themselves away from here, tears streaming down their eyes.

I looked down at my feet with tears welling in my eyes.

"Forgive me father, for I have sinned," I sobbed quietly.

"Well Mary, I'm Doctor Stevens. I will be treating you for your schizophrenia. You will have shock treatments every five days. Adrian take this patient to her quarters," Doctor Stevens said briskly and walked away.

I became even more terrified of the horrors that awaited me and I glanced toward the orderly, fear in my eyes.

"Come along Mary. We don't want you standing out here too long," he said gently as he took my arm and lead me down the hallway.

I had never been more terrified in all my life.

I had never even heard of shock treatment.

What was going to happen to me? For the first time in my life, I didn't know the answer.

As the man named Adrian led me down the hallway I noticed that his hands seemed absolutely frigid, as though he has them stuck in an ice bucket.

"Are you cold Mary? You're trembling awfully bad," Adrian remarked.

"I'm not cold; I'm terrified. What are they going to do to me?" I asked in a shaky voice.

It sounded as though I had a stuttering problem.

He looked at me with pity and grief in his eyes.

"I'm not sure Mary. But have faith. God will bring you through this," He said in a comforting tone.

I took a closer look at my companion and noticed that he had deathly pale skin.

His skin almost blended in with his uniform and his eyes were a gentle topaz color.

He looked handsome and sweet. I hoped he would always be this nice to me.

I hoped that he wouldn't abandon me like my parents.

"Are you always going to be this nice to me?" I asked bluntly. He looked at me and smiled.

"Yes Mary, I will always treat you like the gentle lady I know you are," he said softly.

Perhaps this Adrian would make my time in Hell a little more bearable. He could be my means of escape.