Day Five:
Death had become the only thing Alister ever thought about. The only thing he could think about.
Never waking up. An eternal slumber....
His mother had done it. Dr Xander even said so. Maybe he would meet her again?
The moment Alister began seeing things he knew he had lost it. Little cracks in the walls that glowed. Small creatures coming in and out of them. That's when he knew.
He was learning to block the screams out. The electric shocks were starting to hurt less. He didn't even feel the adrenaline shots anymore. But that didn't matter anymore because Alister had lost it.
He thought about the dream he had before he came here. Was it a dream? Was he recovering his memory?
Another crack formed a few spaces beside him.
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The Wonderland Effect
Fantasy"Curiouser and curiouser!" He murmured as he stared at the little fairy children that ran about on the grass. Where was he? ------------- A boy wakes up in a mental asylum with no memory except his name, Alister St Claire. But this is no ordinary as...
