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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


6. Chapter 6

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~In my head I have dreams
I have visions of many things
Questions longings in my mind
Pictures fill my head
I feel so trapped instead but
Trapped doesn't seem so bad
'cause you are here~
Here with Me-Plumb

Mary Alice wiggled her fingers and toes before finally opening her eyes. She was back in her room, though she had no idea how. Then the previous events of earlier this morning came back to her, becoming less foggy every second.

She reached to brush a loose strand of hair off of her face, and realized that she actually could. Her restraints were put on so loose that she could probably put both of her hands in one. Dr. Sacks must have carried her back some time after she had fallen asleep.

Why, though, would he go to the extremes of getting himself in trouble just to protect me? She thought to herself. She was so lucky, though nobody would ever guess that she felt that way. Sure, she was held prisoner in this hell hole, an inferno that would never end. But at least she had a friend that cared about her. That…maybe…not only cared about her, but loved her.

“Alice?” she heard Dr. Sacks nock once on her door then un-lock it quickly. He walked to her side and undid her restraints for her.

“Thank you.” She whispered.

“You’re welcome.” He smiled at her. She gave a small smile in return.

“I’ll let the nurse come in and give you your day clothes, and then I we will walk to breakfast.” He told her. She nodded as he turned the corner and out of the room.

Once she was done changing Dr. Sacks came back in and took her hand like he did every day. Though today it felt a little different for both of them.

“Did you sleep alright?” he asked her as they walked down the hall.

“Yes, I did.” She said.

“I need to warn you, security is a bit…tight right now.” He told her.

“When you say tight…” her voice trailed off to a gasp as they entered the cafeteria.

Every patient was accompanied by at least one nurse, where usually all Mary Alice saw was one nurse per table. There were security guards guarding every barred window and locked door in sight. Medicine and syringes lay off towards the side lines; in easy reach if something went wrong. And patient’s feet were tied to the chair so they could not get up. It was never like this-this was way too much for anyone to handle.

“This isn’t right.” Mary Alice shook her head now in sadness and disgust.

“I know.” Dr. Sacks admitted. He was fully against this, but if there was a break out there was a break out. Security, as everyone knew, would get tighter and tighter with each outburst-it was bound to happen like this eventually. He was even sad to admit it in his mind, let alone out loud.

“The little ones aren’t even eating their food-they are too scared!” she pointed out.

“Alice, perhaps we should leave, if this is making you too upset it isn’t good for your visions-” he began, but was cut off by Alice staring blankly ahead. Dr. Sacks had a theory that every time Alice was feeling a very strong emotion, she would receive a vision.

“Yes, perhaps it is best-I can’t whiteness Bethany getting a needle put in her and being held down again.” Mary Alice cringed, holding back tears at the vision she had just received.

“Alright.” He didn’t press on the matter more and took her hand, leading her back towards the way they came quickly.

“Where are we going?” she asked suddenly as, instead of making a right like they normally would to get back to her room, they made a left down a different hall.

“The kitchen, I’ll get you something to eat and you can eat it inside your room instead.” He explained. She was skinny enough; having nothing of the one out of three meals for the day would be bad for her.

“Thank you.” She said to him as he came back out of the restricted area with a tray of food for her. She wouldn’t admit that really she didn’t even want the food; it was hardly food. It tasted like stale bread and sawdust, no matter what they were serving. Sometimes it made her sick to her stomach.

But it is food, none the less she reminded herself as they walked back to her room.

“May I ask you a question?” she asked him as he set her food in front of her and grabbed a chair to sit across from her. She situated herself in her room before looking up.

“Of course.” He nodded. He watched the way she delicately picked up her fork and only took so much food on it.

“You’re not normal.” She said suddenly.

“That’s not exactly a question, Alice.” He reminded her.

“Right, sorry.” She muttered as she swallowed her food. She resisted a shudder as it went down.

“It depends on what the definition of normal is.” He said to her. If he was human, he was sure he would be sweating right now. Out of all the days she noticed, it had to be this one.

“Normal meaning regular, being like other humans, or…just being human.” She raised one eyebrow delicately as she took another bite of her breakfast.

“You’re not normal either.” He changed the subject.

“I’m human…I think. But I can see the future. So, no, I am not entirely normal.” She admitted.

“You’re more normal than I am.” He admitted also. She was bound to find out sooner or later-he was surprised she hadn’t said something about his mortality all of the years she had him as a doctor, which was around 8 years. Having a friend for 8 years, especially somebody like Alice…well it was just a wonder why she didn’t say anything to him.

“Some things are better left unsaid.” She half smiled at him. That response cleared up his question. She was protecting him, like he protected her.

“Another time?” he proposed.

“Another time.” she agreed, taking another bite of her breakfast.