The year was 1678, your mental health had been struggling- like alot. Your parents however, they didn't want to deal with you. They just thought you were insane. So, they sent you off to a mental hospital, and this hospital wasn't the kindest-especially to 13 year olds like yourself.

You had just arrived there, and have been roughly escorted to a cell, specifically the one at the end of the hall. They told you about your roommate; Her name was Mary Alice Brandon, and she was 13 years old like you, but she liked to be called Alice. And she was here for the same reason you were. The guard pushed you into the cell with her, closing and locking the metal door with yours and Alice's nameplates on them. She was sitting on the bed, staring at the wall, seemingly zoned out.