Although she was in a mental hospital, Alice still had some sanity left. Or at least that's what she thought. Every time she would get a grasp of reality or her sanity, she would be knocked out with drugs. The doctors kept her well doped up on meds just in case the rumors were true, that she was a psycho murderer. Nobody knew the real story, nobody but Alice anyway. And she didn't talk about it much. Whenever she did, she would always spiral into her madness once again. Alice hated how they cuffed her to the chair, it was so uncomfortable. The leather straps dug into her skin and sometimes would even draw blood. She wouldn't care though, the sight of blood made it so she knew she was human still.<br/><br/>Alice had just started to think of all the things she had been through and started to rock back and forth a little bit. She stopped when her name was said by someone she didn't know. She looked up at the boy who was standing by her. She looked the boy up and down for a minute before her bright green eyes settled onto his face.<br/>"Are you a reporter...?" She asked quietly, her eyes maintaining their wideness. She always had doll eyes, they were her mothers eyes. The shape were her mothers, the color was her fathers. She felt something was off about the boy. She had hoped that he wasn't a reporter, she didn't feel like telling a phony what happened only to have her words twisted around like usual.