July 10, 2016
Patient: Alice Kingsley
Date of Birth: September  21, 2000
Reason for Containment: Schizophrenia (?)

↝

"WELL LOOK WHO'S OUT OF THEIR CELL," Mr. Hatter teased as he took a seat next to Alice. It had been a while since anyone had seen Alice outside of her room, and it was a surprise for many that she was. Of course, Mr. Hatter's teasing opposed Michelle Kay's; she teased for the delight of it; he teased, for they were friends. Alice understood that too. She shrugged, and so did Jefferson in response.

Across from her was an empty seat, which had soon been occupied by a cold-hearted creature: Maria Gilmore. Surely, she would have to come to the conclusion that she wasn't leaving the hospital until she got better, but she didn't conclude it the night before. She had only been there a day, though. But nothing has been worse. On the opposite side of Alice's room she heard a thumping noise along with screaming. The sound of objects moving around the room, too, were heard. It was such a pain that Alice actually considered yelling at the wall so that she would hear, but she decided against it.

"Jefferson Hatter," a nurse said in a kind and polite voice, "please repost back to your room."

He leaned to whisper in Alice's ear. "Good luck with her." Soon after, he made his way to the nurse.

"So," Maria said in her sweet, yet spooky, voice, "you're Alice? Right?"

Alice looked to her, but didn't say a word, or even nod her head at the least.

"What? You don't talk or something?"

Nothing.

"You know, you remind me of someone I knew once. Well, that was, before they took an unexpected trip off into the middle of nowhere. The thing is, though," she leaned in to tell Alice, "I sent her on that trip. Well, I mean, I just didn't like her. You wanna know why?"

Alice stood up before she got into anymore trouble. She knew she wasn't like her, not at all. Maria had a problem, and so did Alice, but they were completely different. Sure, they had the same problem, but one of them was a slightly less scarring than the other.

Before Alice could have even stood up, Maria got a hold of her wrist. "Because she ignored me just like you do." Alice pulled her arm away from the psychopath and made her way straight back to her room.

↝

"Good afternoon Alice," greeted Dr. Stein as he entered her room, "how are we doing today?"

Nothing.

"Alice, you want to get better right? How are we going to do that if you don't tell me how you feel?"

Nothing. Again.

"Hello? Doctor Stein?" A nurse peeked her head through the door to notify him. "Sorry if I'm interrupting, but we have a patient here that's calling for you. They said that you are needed immediately." He nodded at her in response.

"Alice, please. You don't have to talk, just share your feelings. About anything." He handed her a piece of paper and pen from his clipboard and left the room. And so, she wrote.

↝

So, I decided to write this, but I honestly don't know why. I went out today, not 'out' out, but out to the cafeteria. I didn't expect what happened to happen, but for some reason, it did. Mr. Hatter talked to me for a while before a nurse called him back to the room, which is alright I guess, but what scared me was that Maria was sitting right across from me. I heard that she murdered a whole mass of people, and I know that she can't do that in a hospital, but she told me a story that, well, you know, scared me. She said that she "took someone on a trip" because she didn't like them. She said that I reminded her of them too.

I want to leave the hospital Dr. Stein, and I know that the only way is to get better. But I don't know how. And I don't know how you would help me either.

↝

"Hey there."

Alice jumped at the voice coming from the corner of her room. It was nothing to be afraid of, just Henry.

"Henry," she said with a sigh of relief, "you scared me."

"I'm sorry about yesterday, Alice. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you."

"It's okay, Henry."

He took notice of the piece of paper he held in her lap. There was writing on it, and he was curious as to what it said. He took a step towards her and reached out his hand like he were to grab it. That was, before Alice's reflexes caused her to secure it.

"What are you doing?" she asked him.

"Alice," he said, "what's on that paper?"

"It's nothing, Henry," she lied, "it's just stuff the doctor wants me to fill out."

"Why can't I see it, then?" He argued, then took another step towards her.

"Henry, please, no."

"Alice, give me the paper." It was the first time, ever, Alice had rejected Henry. She thought that, at this point, she was able to control him, but now it was evident she was not.

"Henry, no." Henry ignored her commands, and instead, took more steps towards her. She held the paper in her hands securely, but shamefully kept it to herself. She backed up a step every time Henry took one towards her.

"Alice, give it to me."

"No."

He raised his hand as if he were about to slap her. He couldn't though, for he was not real. Still, Alice wasn't aware of that and feared what he might bring at her.

Thankfully, Dr. Stein had come through. He walked in and saw the fear in her eyes. To Dr, Stein, Alice was looking in fear to no one in particular, to the air. To Alice, she looked into the eyes of a monster that she couldn't control.

"Alice," Dr. Stein said with concern, "are you alright?" She heard him, but was too afraid of Henry to reply.

"Alice?"

Henry raised his hand higher. Alice's eyes grew with more fear.

"Alice?" Dr. Stein was now yelling.

She felt something hit her face, that was, before she had blacked out.