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Behind Grey Walls

Summary:
The asylum, she knew, would be her end. She had seen it, but her father signed the dotted line and now she was stuck behind grey walls. Alice's story.


Notes:
I wanted to delve in to what Alice didn't know. The story is based on her time spent at the asylum.


2. Chapter 2: The Gift

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Chapter 02

The Gift

The man silently wheeled her back, still crying with random outburst of her protests. She was left in a dimly lit room when she felt that all-too familiar feeling.

Another premonition.

She opened her eyes and saw kind dark eyes staring back at her. He had a head of curly black hair, pale skin and an ice-cold touch. He was nice to her, took care of her when others wouldn’t.

She smiled faintly at the idea of having a friend here in this place.

She took a minute to remember the things she saw. He was handsome, older, and spoke as if he was from another time. He was going to help her. She knew he would.

She stared at the grey wall in front of her. Her vision left her and she sat patiently waiting for her doctor; the one in her vision. She knew he would be coming. She knew that it was her fate, she had seen it.

She didn’t move, she could feel the stiffness on her paled cheeks from her dried tears, but she didn’t care. She still couldn’t believe that she was here. Perhaps this doctor that she would be seeing would help her escape. Maybe he would believe her. Get her out of this forsaken place.

There was a light knock on the open door, she turned her head just slightly so that she could see the face waiting for her, but she was surprised to see it was not the face she had been expecting. The face had more color than she had seen, and it was less handsome.

This would be the first time her vision was wrong.

“Hello Mary,” The man greeted her. “I am Dr. Victors. I will be over seeing your treatment here at Liberty.”

Mary Alice looked up at him, daggers in her deep brown eyes. She wasn’t sure what bothered her more now, the fact that she was in this place or the fact that her vision had been wrong.

“I don’t’ need treatment. I am perfect normal.” She protested. “Not to mention sane.”

He forced a grin, “Of course,” He nodded his head of ashy-blonde hair. “We just need to run some tests first.” His eyes crinkled as his forced grin seemed to expand.

“That is nothing new,” She stared at him with bloodshot eyes. “You will find out what all the others have.”

“Oh?” Dr. Victors looked a bit intrigued. “And what might that be Miss Brandon?” He inquired.

“That there is absolutely nothing wrong with me and I am perfectly fine.”

The man’s false smile didn’t falter. He glanced at the paperwork in his hands and back up to Mary Alice, “We shall see,” He pursed his lips together before turning to leave. “Make yourself comfortable, Mary.”

Mary Alice stared at him before he disappeared around the corner. She turned her attention back to the wall in front of her.

She was mildly upset with herself. The doctor she had seen in her vision looked nothing like the one that had just left. She let herself think for a brief moment that they were all right. That she was making it all up.


The simple thought dwelled and disappeared when she heard someone say hello from the door.

Her head snapped up quickly in the direction of the wonderful voice. The same voice she knew—but didn’t.

“You must be Mary Alice,” He smiled. Straight, white teeth gleamed at her behind red lush lips. “I am doctor…”

“Carson, I know.” Mary Alice replied, not able to take her eyes off of him. She smiled back at him, the first real smile she had put on in several weeks.

“My you are gifted aren’t you?” He beamed. “How did you know my name, Mary?” He asked.

“Alice,” Mary Alice corrected him, just as she had envisioned moments before. He nodded jotting down a note on the file in his hands. “I saw you in my premonition.” She watched him, trying to see how he would react to her words.

“Premonitions?” He questioned shifting through the paperwork.

“Yes,” She responded.

He didn’t say anything for a moment and then he looked around, “Get settled in,” He looked around the bland room. “And then I will take you outside for a walk, and we can talk about your premonitions, how doe that sound?”

“Great,” The dark haired girl smiled.

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Alice was ready for him. She didn’t have much to ‘unpack’ since she only had the few things she stuffed in to her bag before climbing down the side of the house. She sat patiently waiting for his return.

She didn’t have to wait long, Doctor Carson stood in the door way moments later that handsome smile lifted on his pale features. Alice rose from her spot on the uncomfortable cot bed and crossed the room to him.

“Shall we?” He asked her.

She answered with a simple nod of her head and he escorted her through several halls before coming to a back door. He held the door open for her and watched as she took a step out in to the fresh air.

“Tell me about yourself, Alice.” He instructed.

Alice looked him over and then looked around the gardens of the asylum, they were calming and peaceful; probably to off-set the cries that came from inside of the large grey building. It loomed like death over the beautiful flower beds and bushes.

“Well, I was born in 1901…” She started to tell him the basics about herself, and answered any questions that he interrupted with. “…my life has been pretty normal, aside from seeing the future.”

“When did you have your first vision?” He questioned, she could see the wheels turning inside of his head.

“I think I was about ten or so when I realized what they were. I have always had them, but never really though much of them because I was so young.” Alice licked her lips. “I was out front with my younger sister, Cynthia….” A small smile fell on her lips at the thought of her sister. “We were playing with a ball, and it accidentally went in to the road…” Her smile faltered. “It was like a flash in the back of my mind. My eyes were open but I could see Cynthia running in to the road to get the ball, she didn’t look both ways, and a car hit her—killed her.” She continued. “I was able to grab her before she darted out after the ball; the car I saw in my vision flew by us so quickly…” She shook her head. “That was the first time I realized I had a gift…”

“Amazing story,” Doctor Carson smiled. “How often do you have these visions?”

“Almost every day,” Alice lifted her shoulders. “Sometimes it is something big like saving Cynthia, but most of the time it is small things, like seeing you before you arrived, knowing who people are before I actually meet them…”

“Incredible,” He walked close to her, but not too close to make her uncomfortable. She felt comfortable around him, he noted. Maybe she had seen more than she had told him. “Do your visions always come true?”

“Always, unless I change them, like I did with Cynthia.” She glanced up at him.

It was overcast and the clouds darkened the sky, leaving no sunlight to hit their skin. She wondered if the doctor ever went out in to the sun, he was unnaturally pale. He asked her more questions which she gladly answered.

“Why do you think you’re here?” Carson asked pushing a lock of his dark hair out of his face.

“No one believes me,” She looked down at the ground sadly. “Not even after I’ve seen things, told them about it, and they happen. They just think I’m crazy, or possessed by demons.” She felt the tears stinging the back of her eyes.

“I believe you,” He admitted.

And he did. Doctor Anthony Carson knew by looking in to Alice’s eyes that she was telling the truth. He did not see an ounce of betrayal in those warm brown eyes. He too had a special ability, and he knew that she was something special. He could feel it in the pit of his stomach.