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Alice was always a good girl. She had gotten good grades, she was never affiliated with any drugs, and everyone just seemed to love her. Yet something went very wrong… One night our dear Alice was sleeping in bed, her ragged and dirty bear held tightly within her arms. She had named him Rupert, yet would never admit she would have such an item. There was a piercing scream, one of a woman it continued. The loud piercing screams that doesn’t come too often, one of complete fear. Alice ran out of her room at a fast pace, her bare feet tapping on the hard wood floors. She took a slight peak into her parent’s room, and there was he father. It looked as if he was admiring a piece of artwork. Alice stood there staring at him, boggling, she moved her foot just in the smallest way, and her ankle cracked. Suddenly her father turned around. Unleashing an all-powerful glare, his eyes widening. He began to stalk towards her; behind him she saw a bloody mess. This wasn’t like the blood in the movies; it was a deep bright red that one could never forget. Her father pushes her out of the doorway with a vengeance, she hit her head on the wall, making everything go black, she couldn’t see anything; but she could hear the door slam. A few moments later there was a thundering boom, that of a gunshot. Mellow tears began to descend from her eyes, dropping to the floor. There was complete silence except for her sobs.

Something went very wrong with out good little Alice. She lay there day after day, night after night in her bed. Her ripped up, blood bear within her arms. Her arms were scarred everywhere; including her wrists. Her cat Xavier purred against Alice. The cat was quite ugly. It had no fur, and was skin and bones from lack of feeding; the only food had been from rats or cockroaches from the house. Her arms were a crusty red color, her hair that was once beautiful, was now dripping with grease. Alice finally closed her eyes…. The visions of her mother’s death had left her for a moment, so she had taken advantage of it. Then she fell into darkness…

Alice’s eyes opened, only to find her in a small cave. The dripping of water surrounded her. As she regain consciousness, she found herself wearing that extravagant blue dress her mother had bought her a long time before her passing. It was a navy blue, with puffed up shoulders. At the bottom of the dress it was also puffed up, with a rim. In the middle it was an off white, and on the chest Alice was written in a golden writing. While she examined her dress, she couldn’t help but smile; something she hasn’t done in a long time. Next to her, on the ground was Rupert. She quickly gathered him within her hands, noticing a pocket in his back she gasped; there was a large knife within it! She glared at it, shocked with awe. “ I’m late! I’m late! I’m late for a really hot date! Oh my oh my what will I do!?” It was a small little rabbit with a golden watch, staring at it. He was shuffling all over the place. He had ran into Alice, causing her to drop Rupert… She growled slightly picking him back up, as she watched the rabbit stumble while running and to fall into what appeared to be a hole. She slowly paced towards the hole; gazing down into it she saw complete darkness. “I suppose if he’s fine…I will be too” a slight British accent showed through her voice. She jumps elegantly down the whole not uttering a word. Most girls her age would shriek or at least show emotion, not Alice. Her dress puffed up in the air, and she began to lightly float. Then her dress gave out and she began to fall and fall! She saw portraits of skeletons, of ghouls, of corpses that looked as if they were supposed to be within a morgue. She looked at them intrigued. She fell on the ground with a loud thump. Crimson piles soaked through the dress decorating her. She said nothing. She had landed on her knife, and she was dead. The amazing Alice finally met her fall. Within her household, a common thief came in, noticing the disturbed child he had stabbed her though the heart. He had found it a sense of compassion and sensitivity. Was he wrong?


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Rawr..



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The following comments are for "Your Warped, Just Like Me"
by Vinceypoo

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16 male :)

( Posted by: vinceypoo [Member] On: December 21, 2004 )





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