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Damaged by Awsomealice94“I better dream if I have to struggle” Story of 19 year old Mary Alice Brandon

Damaged by Awsomealice94 Disclaimer- i own nothing Story is finished, so posting should be done regularly :) i started this last winter and haven't told a single person about it until a couple of months ago-which was hard for me, as you can imagine :) i finished two days ago

10. Chapter 10

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~Watching puddles gather rain
There’s no better place to lay
She’s as fine as dandelions blowing in the wind
She’s not thinking' about anything...
She floats, she floats...floats~
She Floats, Vanessa Carlton

“Can I get a glass of water-clean and pure, please?” Mary Alice heard Dr. Sacks mummer to somebody. She heard feet scuffing against the dirty and hard floor, carrying somebody away. The sound faded within a few seconds time.

She slowly moved her fingers and toes, though her eyes remained shut.

“Oh, good-you’re awake.” Somehow Dr. Sacks noticed, rushing next to her. He sounded relived.

“How? What happened?” she began, her voice cracking. She opened her eyes, looking around. She was in her room…but wasn’t she in the hallway a minute ago? Dr. Sacks was kneeling by her bed, so that they were almost at eye level. His eyes looked at her with the deepest concern.

“You passed out, Alice. I carried you here. You’ve been out for the whole night. It’s eight in the morning right now.” He said to her, clearing up any question she was going to ask.

“There was a vision…and there was pain.” She said shaking her head slowly, as if to say to him that she really didn’t remember much-which she didn’t.

“The vision…what was the vision about, Alice?” Dr. Sacks asked her, serious. That was the question that he wanted to know since she fainted. Somehow, the vision she had after her ‘treatment’ affected her differently than normal.

“We were in the catacombs underneath the asylum…it was dark. We were running away from something…or someone-I couldn’t see,” her voice was still very faint and weak, “Then I was thrown into a stone wall from some blur-whatever it was, it was moving too fast to get a clear view.” She recalled, the image playing over in her mind again. She was completely confused about this.

“But you don’t know about the catacombs.” Dr. Sacks objected, rather taken aback. The staff never said anything about them. People could get lost in them, and it was nearly impossible to find people who got lost down there-which is why patients didn’t know.

“The vision showed it-the catacombs. They looked like dark and winding tunnels.” Mary Alice shrugged as she sat up slowly. She swung her legs over the side of her make-shift bed as Dr. Sacks sat next to her, he nodded his head. His hands ran through his sandy blond hair, his face looked as if he was in deep concentration. His eyes stared at the window-he was completely motionless.

The only way Alice would even know what the tunnels were, where the tunnels were, and what they looked like was if she actually saw them. Nobody brought her down there-he would know. She really did see a vision, and that still amazed him. Even if he hadn’t doubted her visions before. He thought about her vision more, and what it meant.

“A blur moving too fast to see…” he murmured to himself, still staring at the window, but not out it. Suddenly, his eyes grew bigger. Mary Alice watched him curiously, not daring to bother him.

“A nurse will be coming in to give you a glass of water. I will be back shortly.” He said quickly as realization hit him with a hard smack in the face. Mary Alice wondered what made him leave so quickly and abruptly.

Carlton walked up flights of stairs, not breathing once-his hands clenched into fists. The blur could only be one person…because it wouldn’t be Dr. Sacks.

When he was sure nobody was looking or around him, he ran into the doctor and staff dormitories, only stopping for a millisecond to un-lock doors.

Without even knocking, he forced the door open.

“James.” He greeted curtly. James looked up from the magazine he appeared to be reading.

“Carlton-what a weird yet pleasant surpr-” James was cut off from his menacing and stupid attempt to be polite. Carlton pinned James to the wall, one of his hands on James’s throat. Though he couldn’t choke him, Carlton was strong…and a little bit stronger than James. James started to realize this fact, and didn’t particularly enjoy it.

“You will stay the hell away from Alice, understand? I know what you’re planning-and I’m pretty sure of what you are. I will let you know that you are NOT going to succeed.” Carlton growled-he was serious and he was mad. Luckily, James caught onto that. James was annoyed though, Carlton has no idea…

“Am I now?” he asked, grinning.

“Yes, I’m damn sure of it.” Carlton said, his eyes fierce as he released James and walked out of his room.

“Idiot.” James muttered. Carlton had added even more fuel to James’s fire. James made a mental note to himself- he was moving his plans up a few weeks. He was done acting. He was done playing polite. And he was done with his fake diet.