Alice: 

doctor-king:

Ambrose exhaled deeply, shaking his head slightly, “I believe the brain has special powers Miss Dainard,” He started, staring the young girl in her eyes, “Bipolar disorder is a condition in which people go back and forth between periods of very good or irritable and depressed moods, so, if you believe you’re in a bad low and absolutely nothing will help you, then that’s what will happen.” He tapped his foot, taking a moment to breathe, “Happiness will come your way if you believe so. And I’ll be honest with you, I’m not acting like you have a chance in h-e double hockey sticks to get out of here, because I honestly believe you can,” He chuckled to himself slightly, “A young and—persistant—woman like yourself would be a good member of society. So, if you can push yourself to actually take our conversations seriously, I can see you back outside in the real world eventually, and that’s the truth.” He flipped through her file aimlessly, and turned back to the blonde haired girl with hopeful eyes, “Do you have any dreams Alice, something you’d like to one day accomplish?” 

Alice scoffed, shaking her head. “You are so full of it. If you really think I can really become a ‘good member of society’, which by the way, isn’t going to happen, then you’re an idiot. In case you didn’t realize, I’m in because I’m a danger to society, and I don’t need a diagnose to tell me that.” She rolled her eyes, dragging blonde hair back behind her ears. She leaned back in the chair, resting one foot on top of her opposite knee. “Dr. King, I don’t plan on taking any of this seriously. Because it’s not helping me, and that’s the truth. I’ve been here for almost a year, and nothing has changes, except for the fact I hate people just a bit more. And do you know why? Because I don’t want to get better. I was doing just fine before, and I don’t need this shit.”

She sighed, considering his question. Finally she crossed her arms over her chest before admitting,  “I want to act. Professionally.”

brokenglassballerina:

Would anybody get mad if I broke my bedroom window?

Do it.

Calling me a sociopath won’t make you a saint. 

"

Has no problem lying coolly and easily and it is almost impossible for them to be truthful on a consistent basis. Can create, and get caught up in, a complex belief about their own powers and abilities. Extremely convincing and even able to pass lie detector tests.

A deep seated rage, which is split off and repressed, is at their core. Does not see others around them as people, but only as targets and opportunities. Instead of friends, they have victims and accomplices who end up as victims. The end always justifies the means and they let nothing stand in their way.

When they show what seems to be warmth, joy, love and compassion it is more feigned than experienced and serves an ulterior motive. Outraged by insignificant matters, yet remaining unmoved and cold by what would upset a normal person. Since they are not genuine, neither are their promises.

Not concerned about wrecking others’ lives and dreams. Oblivious or indifferent to the devastation they cause. Does not accept blame themselves, but blames others, even for acts they obviously committed.

"  - Profile of the Sociopath (via rightintoit)

Has anyone seen Alice round? 

hallie-ivy-corner:

I made you a painting!

Really?

Alice: 

doctor-king:

“Honesty is the best policy,” He smiled warmly, pushing his bowl of assorted candies to the edge of his desk incase she wanted to grab one. “And Alice is your birth name,”He added, genuinely, “So I should have called you that from the beginning…my apologies.” He took a caramel from his candy bowl and plucked it in his mouth, fiddling the wrapper between his fingers, “I’m assuming you’re experiencing another low,” He started, “Have you tried doing something you enjoy? I know this place doesn’t have much to offer, but happiness seems to find its way in here occasionally, and I’m sure a little laughter wouldn’t hurt you.”

Alice raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “You know, for a therapist, you have shitty idea of what bi-polarity is. I have been doing things that make me happy. They don’t help, dumbass.” She wasn’t enjoying this in the slightest. “So, if honesty is the best policy, then why do you keep acting like I have a chance in Hell of getting out of here? After all, we both know they isn’t happening.”

Red Roses 

palani-sheridan:

“We could kill them…” He suggested, a smile dancing across his lips, “Let’s just bring some of the patients with us—they’re all murderers anyways.” He crushed another rose in his hands, and kicked the petals into the grass on the exterior side of the fence that surrounded them, with an exhausted yawn he quickly added, “I’m just kidding. You know I’m just kidding right Wonderland?—” He groaned, a withdrawl headache storming in behind his eyes, “…But we could do something yanno—to let them know we’re still us—even though we might be in this shit hole—,” He grinned genuinely, “We’re not going to change.”

Alice shrugged when he mentioned killing them. Honestly, the idea didn’t bother her. They fucked her life over, they deserved it. “I’d do it,” she said quietly. She meant it too. “I’d burn this whole place down if I could. With them inside, just for the hell of it.” Alice sighed, thinking for a moment. “I don’t even know if I could change. I can’t use my medication for my bipolarity, and there is no cure for socio- nevermind.” She shook her head.

Has anyone seen Alice round? 

I’m here, Hallie.