Alice's Story 5Nervous she pulled up her arm in silence. His face showed acceptance. She finally got up the nerve and said. "It started when my parents died in a car crash. It left only me and my sister. Once she found out that I was cutting, we decided that it was best if I came here. So, here I am".
"Ah. I'm sorry for your loss," He said, "by the way, what's your name?"
"Alice," she replied, "And yours?"
"I'm Max. Nice to meet you," said Max with a smile on his face.
The door opened. A nurse walked in and said, "Hi Max. Oh! You must be Alice. My name is Ms. Natalie. It's time for art. If you both would follow me I'll take you to the art room."
The teens followed Ms. Natalie to the art room. In the art room there were paintings all over the walls from past and present patients. Some were bright and happy, while others were darker. Each piece was full of emotion and told a story. Max walked over to a table where other four patients were drawing, painting, coloring, and making all kinds of
Alice's Story 4The next day Alice and Samantha arrived at the giant white doors of the hospital. They walked in together. Alice held a bag with a few items in it. Her bag held her journal and a pen, without the razor blade inside. The blade had been thrown out when her sister found out about her cutting. She also had a teddy bear that her sister gave her when she was little. When they had gotten inside a man greeted them at the front desk.
"Hello, how may I help you," He said.
"Hi, my name is Samantha and this is Alice. I called earlier. We're here to submit her for help." Samantha replied.
"Okiedokie. Just fill out this paper and give it back to me and that'll be it." The man said, giving her a clipboard with a sheet on it and a pen. "Just sit in any of the chairs here" he said gesturing towards the waiting room chairs.
They walked over to the chairs and sat down. Samantha started filling out the sheet while Alice fidgeted in her chair. The chairs were uncomfortable. It seemed as though t
Alice's Story 3A week later, Alice sat on the bed in her new room. The walls were painted yellow, her favorite color. She bent down and took the teal painted shoe box from underneath her bed. Inside the shoe box, at first glance it looks like a journal box. In one corner is a standard size journal and next to it is a pen but, if you look inside the journal you'll find a razor blade taped to the back of the page marked 404. Alice took the razor blade and pulled up her sleeve exposing many scars. The blade dug deep into her skin as specks of crimson started flowing out of the cut. She bit her raw lip, soaking in the pain from her arm. Three more deep cuts appeared on her upper arm. After she was done she tapped the razor back into her journal, this time on page 407. Once the cuts had stopped bleeding she washed them with paper towels and water. She was careful to throw out the bloody towels in the middle of the kitchen trash can just before taking the trash out every night. When Alice was done with her
Alice's Story 2While in the waiting room, she opened the letter written with her now dead sister's handwriting and silently read it. It read;
Now that I am gone you need to move on and be happy. You can stop worrying about me, and start worrying about yourself but, I see it only fair that you know the events leading up to this point. I'll write it as a story. Anyway, here goes:
She stood, dressed in black as they lowered her parents into the ground. Family members and friends hugged her and her older sister, Samantha, as they both just stood under the big redwood tree, overcome with grief. When the funeral was over, the girl's older sister led her to the car. The girl hesitated then stepped into the car, her expression unchanging. Her sister got into the front then put her seat belt on and proceeded to put her key in the ignition. Samantha looked into the rear-view mirror to check the cars behind her and then glanced at her sister.
"Alice, please put your seat belt on," Samantha said
Alice's Story 1Sirens scream, flashing blue and red lights that break through the silence of the black street along with dimly lit street-lamps. Police officers and EMPs burst through the giant white doors being led by doctors in white lab coats.
"She's this way," said one of the doctors. "I hope it's not too late".
A female EMP replied under her breath, "Me too".
When they had gotten to the door the doctor unlocked it. Quickly the EMPs ran in working quickly. She was lying on the floor unconscious and not breathing. Her lips had started to turn a faint blue color. A shoddy noose made from what used to be a draw-string still hung from the ceiling of the room. They worked as fast as they could, trying to get her to breathe. After 10minutes, they stopped trying. With dropped faces they got up and left the room. The female EMP walked up to a woman who was crying, looking about 25years old. She was the sister of the girl that lied lifelessly in the room and gave her a note.