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Damaged

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


Notes:
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


4. Chapter 4

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~No one lent a hand
No one laid a look upon me
No one dared to believe in anything
And left me to drown in this place
All I ask is to be able to hold on longer
And all I ask is to be able to walk on water~
All I ask- Vanessa Carlton

Mary Alice was woken up from the sound of deranged screaming and bustling footsteps of doctors outside her door. She tried to get up to see out her small door window, but the restraints that she was forced to sleep with stopped her. Her wrists were tied down by her hips on the small and metal cot that was meant to be a bed. It was only twin sized, and the mattress was just a thin piece of cloth-hardly nothing. It was like she was basically sleeping on the floor from how uncomfortable it was.

She tried to move her feet, knowing it was no use because there were also restraints on her ankles as well. She shuddered as the previous night flooded back to her. She moved her head to the right and looked out the bar covered window. It was darker now, but no stars and no moon. Just like her life; there was nothing shining and guiding her in this darkness.

She wriggled to try and break free, and gasped in frustration as she laid her head back on her pillow-or whatever the thin thing was that was under her head was.

Suddenly time itself stopped and a new picture came into her mind;

She somehow had gotten out of her restraints. Mary Alice jumped out of the bed as the screaming from down the hall continued. She looked out of the small window on her door, Dr. Sacks was just coming down the hall and he was about to open her door.

What was going on outside? Mary Alice thought. She knew that she would be able to get out of her restraints and that she had the vision for a reason-she always did. Premonitions came to her at the best or worst of times, but each one was crucial. Each one meant that something big was coming.

Mary Alice wriggled her right hand and finally with a snapping sound her wrist was free. With that she unbuckled her left hand and then undid her ankles. Then there was a crash, in her hallway from the sound of it. She jumped out of bed and went to the door. Sure enough Dr. Sacks was there with the key to her door. He had a questioning look on his face as he came in a shut the door quickly.

"How did you get-?" he began before she stopped him.

"I don't really know. I just had a vision that you were coming, and then there were the noises…" she trailed off.

"The noises, yes. We need to get you out of this floor." He said to her grabbing her hand. She was only in her hospital nightgown, it wasn't warm at all. And it had to be chilly, for the time was around three in the morning.

"I will explain on the way, there is no time for changing Alice." He said, reading her expression. She nodded once, still a little confused and scared as he opened and shut her door once they were out in the hallway.

She looked to her left; the lights were on in the long and rather narrow hallway. She squinted her eyes from the light, waiting for them to adjust.

"What is going on?" she asked as Dr. Sacks lead her to the right, moving at a rather fast pace.

"There has been a breakout." He said as he pulled her up the stairs as she tried to keep up.

"A breakout? I didn't see it though, wouldn't I have saw it?" she asked herself.

"I don't know, but security is being harsh down there, and I know most patients have heard about it; they would all rush around your room and floor. I didn't want you getting hurt again." He said to her, running up another flight of stairs.

"Thank you." She said to him before adding, "How could anyone get out?"

"A nurse…she died from a violent patient-she had the keys." He looked rather sad about it.

"I'm sorry." She whispered as Dr. Sacks lead her to the restricted area-it was the living corridors of the nurses and doctors.

"You and I both would get in trouble." Mary Alice said to him as he put his key in the door and led her through.

"I know, but it's the only place." He said to her now, in a whisper. Mary Alice looked around curiously; there was defiantly a difference on this floor from hers. Everything was cleaner and not to mention nicer.

He quickly led her to a room right off the next hallway they went through.

"Is this your room?" she asked him as he flipped on the lights and shut the door.

"Yes, Alice. I really should be down there, but I am sure they need at least one doctor and security guard on each floor, and it looks as though this floor only has us on it." He said to her.

"Won't the security guards think I am gone?" she asked him.

"No, your door is locked and that nurse didn't have your set of keys." He assured her, sitting down on a desk chair.

"Please, Alice, rest." He gestured to the bed as he looked through the desk doors for something.

"I'm sorry I woke you up so early, try to squeeze in a few more extra hours before breakfast." He told her.

"But aren't you tired?" she asked him in her high soprano voice. A small yet depressing smile was now on his face.

"No, I don't sleep much." He said to her, pulling something out of his desk. It looked like a journal of some sort, and he began to write.

I don't even sleep at all he thought to himself as he heard Mary Alice lye her head on his pillow.

This is how it used to feel she thought to herself.

The pillow was real; the mattress was more than two inches high. It felt comfortable; she enjoyed the feeling of moving her ankles and wrists anywhere she wanted. And for the first time in a while she felt safe and secure.