I don't feel the need to be writing this, or telling you my story . My name is Alice, I'm nineteen years old and free to do anything I want . I go out, get drunk, get stoned and have kinky sex with any guy that can spare me some coke .
Recently I've noticed someone has been following me, it's quite uncomfortable .
Last Saturday night some guy followed me all the way home, which is quite a long
bit to walk . Sunday and Monday I spotted the same guy always close to me . He's tall, medium build, wears black clothing with a hoodie that covers his face and
that's all I can really tell you apart from the fact he's always smoking . Monday night I didn't sleep at home . I went to a huge party that honestly sucked in a
extraordinarily big house with a giant 8 shaped colourful swimming-pool . The loud electro music and the flashing lights made me confused . As I was wondering
around the house by myself, I walked through a dark corridor when I found a group of four or five guys in the bathroom with the lights dim . In an act of
curiosity, I went in and stared for a while . I put down my bottle of Jack, and kneeled down in front of the bathtub right beside the guys . One of them looked at
me mysteriously and smiled, nodded his head and looked down at the line in front of him . He moved over a bit so I could go where he was sitting . I looked
around to see one of the guys stare at himself in the mirror in awe, another had grabbed my bottle of Jack and the other I couldn't quite make out if he was doing
anything . He was standing in the entrance of the bathroom, but the lighting wasn't quite spectacular and I wasn't bothered about who he was or what he was
doing anyway . I turned back around, facing the bathtub and the line of coke in front of me . I looked down, grabbed a five dollar note that was beside the line,
and sniffed it without even thinking twice . The man beside me gave me a hug, and put out another few lines for the both of us . The others slowly started to leave,
leaving just me, the smiley man and the sneaky dark figure standing at the entrance . After a while, I layed down on the floor, laughing by myself and calling
names to the toilet seat . The dark figure picked me up and brought me to a room a few doors down through the extremely dark hallway . He sat me on the bed
and stared at me . He put his hand on my thigh and I stared at the ceiling . His hand started to slide up my leg when I noticed exactly how many cracks in the
ceiling there were . This was too much of a normal thing for me, but I wasn't interested . I let him have his way with me, I didn't have the strength or the pacience to protest . When he was done, he walked out, leaving me alone on my knees . I rolled off the bed and fell on the floor, the force of the impact made me dizzy and I slowly stood up . I continued my journey through the house, now going down a flight of stairs, passing various rooms with three or four people having sex at the same time . The whole house was infested with cocaine and sex . I kept walking until I finally reached the patio where the swimming pool was . The pool had
normal tiles with a dolphin in the middle (the typical american base), and had changing lights . It would start off with red, changing into green and the into an
intense blue . The blue was the prettiest . The fact that I was half undressed already gave me more adrenaline to jump in . Instead, I looked around at the few
people that were there, and walked in the pool . My short black hair became like silk on the top of my head, and my white shirt became transparent . I couldn't
care less if anyone saw any part of my body . Eventually, I started thinking . The man who had fucked shortly before, was extremely like the guy that had been following me around . Now it made sense . He was obsessed . I nearly fell asleep in the pool and decided to get out . I layed down on the grass until the morning
heat got too much for me . I went home, only to find the police and a white van outside my house . I went in and asked what was going on . Nobody answered me .
My mother looked down at the floor with tears streaming down her face, and I knew immediately that something was wrong . The police started to ask me questions, while the other two gentlemen in white robes stared at me as if I was an abarational hamster . They asked me what life meant for me, and what i had been doing recently . I told them minor details of my day-to-day life and told them about the man that had been following me . They looked at eachother and nodded . They took hold of me and put me in the white van parked outside my house . Since then I've been living in the biggest house I've ever seen, in a small white room with cushioned sound proof walls . I don't understand what's happening, but the kind weird men in the white robes say I will understand things very soon . Did I mention I'm in St.Peter Psychiatric Hospital for the past five years ? I didn't think so . I hope you enjoyed my story, it's a lie but I swear it's true .
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