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Alice in Wonderland

"His eyes were red and he stared at me with hunger. I screamed as
loud as I could, begging for someone to find me. To help me. 'It's only you
and I now.' James whispered, licking his lips. I cringed as the pain began."
Alice's story from childhood to the moment she kissed Jasper. It's been a recurring story in my mind and I needed to get it down. Read and Enjoy. Banner is to come by next chapter.

Hey Guys. Here’s a new story for you all. Don’t worry, I shall not forget about What We Become. I’m one story short, and felt I needed to get this one out. I’ve been wanting to write a story from Alice’s perspective for quite some time. I hope this story doesn’t disappoint. Especially you Colin, because I know you like to tell me what you think of my stories. The whole truth and nothing but the truth, although you get mean sometimes. *sniff* I don’t know if I’ll be blogging this story or not, so tell me if I should. If you are a newcomer, check out my blog. The link is on my profile. Enjoy this story. If you think I should continue as she ages, tell me. Or if you think I should skip from childhood to asylum, let me know too.

3. A Disturbing Truth

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Chapter 3 -- A Disturbing Truth

“Much Madness is divinest Sense -
To a discerning Eye -
Much sense - the starkest Madness -
‘Tis the majority
In this, as all, prevail -
Assent - and you are sane -
Demur - you’re straight away dangerous -
And handled with a chain -”
Emily Dickinson, circa. 1862

So many words have been written by so many people on what it means to be insane. And there are so many different words used; insane, mad, crazy, lunatic… I heard many and all of these words when they took me away. But the only thing that set in as the motor car (finally I got to ride in one!) sped away from my house in the middle of the night: What will Momma do with only one daughter now?

I suppose you could say that I made a mistake that night by following my sister through the rain and to her death. But, it led me to so much, so now I disagree. Although I believed it myself when I was young. Because it was that night, that sudden change of events, that ultimately led me to my own death, or to my birth. It was just the time between I don’t remember. Or I don’t care to. So much pain, fear, and understanding. But we will get to that part soon. Now, it is time to enter that vault in my mind. From here on it is not going to be lovely or unabashed. This is the truth, this is what you want, and now you will know.

I climbed over the gate, my little black shoes slipping on the wood. I made it over and looked back carefully through the pouring rain. I could still see the shimmer of the candlelight from my parents through the kitchen window. A break of thunder pounded overhead and I looked up. Then I turned and ran after my sister. My nightdress was soaked through already, but I did not wrap my arms around myself.

I couldn’t find her! But I just knew she had gone into town. Somewhere deep down inside me I knew that this wasn’t going to end well. The image from before of Liza on the ground kept clouding up my mind. I wanted to see something else, anything else! But the thought of buildings led me into the city.

The trips to school, walking into town in order to catch the carriage, were usually short. But this time the entire walk was full of dread. I was scared, every noise in the dark making me jump.

Finally I made it to the city, I was shivering from the cold, my teeth chattering, my hair blowing around my face from the wind. I just walked. I had no idea where I was going. All I knew was the building in my mind and I hoped I was going in the right direction. Everything looked unfamiliar in the night time. I couldn’t see anything at all besides what was illuminated slightly from the street lights. There were hardly any people around at all, all of them had gone inside to sleep or to hide from the rain. I could see my breath in front of me, coming out abnormally quick. And then I saw the building, big and scary; the bank. But she wasn’t there. The only thing I could do was walk around the building into the alley. Why would she come here? What had been waiting for her that she needed to leave in the middle of the night to find it? I couldn’t see anything at all, so I kept my fingers trailing along the rough wall. Just when I wondered when she would see me, a break lightning struck the sky, followed immediately by its thunder. I looked down and there she was, vanishing after only a few seconds. I fell to the ground beside her.

“Liza,” I pressed my small, pale hands to her wet cheeks. They were no longer pink as I remembered. She was so white and cold and dead. There was not a bit of life left in her. “Liza..” I cried and touched my lips to her hair, pushing it away from her unseeing eyes. My fingers slid through something slick and warm. It was so dark, I couldn’t see what it was. A flash of lightning struck across the sky and I saw the blood. It was all over my palms and up my arms. I looked again at Liza in the after effects of the lightning, her hair was thick like oil and her neck was half eaten. Blood all over the cobblestones. I couldn’t contain it. I screamed. So loud. My hands began to shake, and I kept screaming, my voice mixed with the thunder. And then I saw him in my mind. A vision of myself where I was now, except I wasn’t alone. A dark angel stood behind me, watching. My heartbeat picked up and I slowly stood on my feet, turning around to meet the stranger.

He was not beautiful, but the air around him was tense. No, not beautiful, but perfect all the same. His dirty hair was pushed back from his face, not combed back.

His eyes were black as coal, and the blood around his lips--that dripped from his chin-- was as black as my father’s coffee, but red stained his white shirt. He smiled, his mouth turning up into a half grin that sent my heart into a frenzy. I was afraid. I had never been this afraid in my life.

“Hello.” He murmured in a southern accent. “I’m sorry, let myself become a bit more presentable.” He wiped his hands across his lips and then on his pants. It didn’t help, only smearing the blood across his stone white skin. I sucked in a jagged breath, taking a small step back. I looked again at Liza’s lifeless form on the ground, tears falling down my cheeks. He followed my gaze and then laughed. “Don’t worry, Darling, for you I won’t make it hurt at all. I promise.” He tilted his head to the side. “Although I am curious to see if your scream is anything like your sister’s. I bet it’s even more…” He trailed off taking a whiff of the cool air around him. “You do smell good, love. The most delicious thing ever. Let’s just get this over with, shall we?” He took an easy step towards me.

“Stop!” I yelled, my voice breaking. A child’s voice. I took another step back, but he just came closer.

“She asked for it, begged for it, your sister here.” He motioned his head to Liza, but I couldn’t look. I couldn’t move. I was frozen in place. His eyes met mine and held them. I couldn’t run or scream if I wanted too. I started to sob. “She was so sad, she just wanted to feel a little bit of pain. I told her I wouldn’t kill her… just a kiss. But then she began to beg. And, well, I never say no to a free meal.” He chuckled.

“Liar.” I breathed. He laughed again, sinister and cruel. No not an angel at all.

“Unfortunately for you, I tell the truth.” He said in a bored voice, his eyes roamed over my body, lingering on my throat. He smiled again over another flash of lightning. “My my what big brown eyes you have…” He whispered, a little closer to me. I took a step back, but hit the side of the building. My palms scratched on the bricks. “My, my what beautiful long dark curls you have..” He was even closer; a few steps away. And then he took one giant step forward and reached out, grabbing my chin roughly in his hard hands. I whimpered, closing my eyes, preparing for my death. And then he tensed, followed by a low growl in the back of his throat. I kept my eyes tightly closed, not knowing what was happening. And then he was gone. I took in a deep breath ready to scream. I opened my eyes after hearing a crumbling noise as his body hit the wall on the other side of the small alleyway. Another streak of light and I saw who had saved me. She looked at me then, but only for a moment. The murderer got back up and flew at her. I screamed, but she had it under control. Her long blonde hair flew behind her as she threw him, again, into the wall.

“Run!” She yelled at me. “Get out of here!” I looked down at Liza, not knowing what to do. “Leave her! I said to go!” The beautiful angel, this one was an angel, growled at me, before returning her focus to the other one.

I ran. I had never run so fast in my life. I ran, and ran. I was screaming, and I couldn’t even see anything around me until I was grabbed around the waist. I struggled, screaming into the person’s chest. “It’s okay, it’s okay..” Someone’s voice kept saying into my ear. “Someone get a policeman! It’s okay.. It’ s okay.” But it wasn’t. It really wasn’t. I sobbed.