Alice is lying in a room on a bed. The room isn't exactly inviting - it's cold, clinical. The door has a small window with bars in front of it and a heavy lock. The floor is dirty, and the walls perhaps even moreso, to not even start about the putrid smell that hangs in the air.
And yet, even as Alice is lying there in a bed with sheets that looks like they haven't seen a proper wash in weeks, she doesn't try to get up. She doesn't sit or move. She just lies there, silently, her only company a plush rabbit tucked away under her arm.
For a moment, that is, until two men - or boys, it's hard to tell - enter the room. One is small, the other is tall, but they're both wide and big, almost grotesquely so. Their facial expressions are set in cruel grins as they stare at Alice while she lies there.
"Well, look who we have here! The doctor's favourite lunatic!"
The big one reaches out to grab the plush rabbit from Alice's side. The smaller one holds a pan of-- something, most likely some sort of porridge judging by the consistency, even though the colour is awful. He reaches into it with a spoon, pretending to "feed" it to the rabbit by smudging the porridge all over the plush animal's fur as both of the men laugh, happily chattering away to each other.
"Why, if she can't feed the rabbit herself, we ought to, huh?"
"The doctor says she hasn't been up in years. Won't even move. A complete lost cause!"
"Maybe they ought to try some more of what they've done before! Some more shock therapy, or-- oh, oh, maybe some more leeches! I'll do it! I can make them hurt!"
And while Alice may not move from her position on the bed, she notices. She's well aware of everything happening around her. And as the men proceed to dirty the rabbit further and further, Alice suddenly springs up from the bed with a feral shriek. She grabs the spoon from one of the men's hands, starting to chase him around the room with it as he tries to get away from her. She swings it like it's a knife, driving the spoon into his cheek, starting to draw blood as a gash forms on his skin--
But it doesn't last. The next moment Alice can feel hands seizing her wrists, her waist, her legs. Multiple people storm into the room, shouting too many things for her to grasp any of them, dragging her back to the bed. Alice struggles, knowing she can't have this happen, she's got to get her rabbit back-- but as she opens her mouth, no sound comes out. She couldn't even plead for it if she wanted to.
Instead she just tries to resist to the last moment, but the force is too overwhelming. She's brought back to the bed and strapped in tight this time, unable to escape from it.
Everyone leaves until the room is entirely empty this time.
Aside from the poor, dirty plush rabbit sitting on the floor.
alice - memory three (negative)
And yet, even as Alice is lying there in a bed with sheets that looks like they haven't seen a proper wash in weeks, she doesn't try to get up. She doesn't sit or move. She just lies there, silently, her only company a plush rabbit tucked away under her arm.
For a moment, that is, until two men - or boys, it's hard to tell - enter the room. One is small, the other is tall, but they're both wide and big, almost grotesquely so. Their facial expressions are set in cruel grins as they stare at Alice while she lies there.
"Well, look who we have here! The doctor's favourite lunatic!"
The big one reaches out to grab the plush rabbit from Alice's side. The smaller one holds a pan of-- something, most likely some sort of porridge judging by the consistency, even though the colour is awful. He reaches into it with a spoon, pretending to "feed" it to the rabbit by smudging the porridge all over the plush animal's fur as both of the men laugh, happily chattering away to each other.
"Why, if she can't feed the rabbit herself, we ought to, huh?"
"The doctor says she hasn't been up in years. Won't even move. A complete lost cause!"
"Maybe they ought to try some more of what they've done before! Some more shock therapy, or-- oh, oh, maybe some more leeches! I'll do it! I can make them hurt!"
And while Alice may not move from her position on the bed, she notices. She's well aware of everything happening around her. And as the men proceed to dirty the rabbit further and further, Alice suddenly springs up from the bed with a feral shriek. She grabs the spoon from one of the men's hands, starting to chase him around the room with it as he tries to get away from her. She swings it like it's a knife, driving the spoon into his cheek, starting to draw blood as a gash forms on his skin--
But it doesn't last. The next moment Alice can feel hands seizing her wrists, her waist, her legs. Multiple people storm into the room, shouting too many things for her to grasp any of them, dragging her back to the bed. Alice struggles, knowing she can't have this happen, she's got to get her rabbit back-- but as she opens her mouth, no sound comes out. She couldn't even plead for it if she wanted to.
Instead she just tries to resist to the last moment, but the force is too overwhelming. She's brought back to the bed and strapped in tight this time, unable to escape from it.
Everyone leaves until the room is entirely empty this time.
Aside from the poor, dirty plush rabbit sitting on the floor.