Alice's POV
Days, weeks, or maybe even months had passed. I lost track. I didn't even care anymore. Every time the drugs wore off, I'd bang on my bedroom door, hoping, praying for someone to hear me, to help me. But it was always the same. No one came. I had no idea where Gaston was. It had been two days since I'd seen him. The only person who ever came to see me was that creepy old woman, always bringing me food, always silent, always watching.
The door creaked open, and for a second, I thought it was him. I was so relieved, so desperate for a change. A woman walked in, her face caked in thick makeup. Before I could even blink, she slapped me, hard.
"You mother-w***e! You're making so much noise. Do you know you're turning blue?" she snarled, shoving me with all her might. My body was
