Alice Underground - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 – The Burns

Everyone says not to play with fire, your parents, teachers, even the government. But when someone breaks that rule, they have to be punished in some way, or another.

“When clouds turn to rain or when dreams turn to nightmares, no one will ever be safe, never.”
Reading those words actually makes you feel unsafe. Thinking about those words really makes you worry about yourself and no one other, just yourself.
I walk down a narrow pathway filled with dead grass and slowly dying flowers. With a book in my hand I whisper to myself some random sayings from the book. The book wasn’t exactly the best. It had the ending, ‘It was just a dream’. A very stupid and boring ending to a silly fairytale novel, ‘Alice in Wonderland’.

My name is Alice, I’m thirteen and I’m a bully victim. Everyone teases me about my name and they always relate it to Alice in Wonderland.
If I fall asleep in class someone will yell out, “Alice has gone underground!”
When it was last year’s Halloween someone dressed up as a rabbit in a white waist coat. The dressed up rabbit man pushed my into a hole and other people started throwing water bombs at me.
I pretend to ignore everything they say about me or pretend it never happened but it’s not OK. I want everything to end, nothing seems important anymore, nothing in the world.
I keep walking down the pathway until I see some kids from my school, they see me to. I quickly put my book in my bag and start to walk down a connected alleyway on the pathway.
I start to walk faster but the other students seem to follow. This time it’s getting serious, I start running, faster and faster. Until I reach a dead end.
I started to turn around but I can hear the other students coming. I turn back to the end of the dead end alley way. The only place I could hide is in a crate.
Too bad that I would make too much sound trying to crawl into it. So I try to hide behind it, I run up to the crate.

I crouch down behind the crate silently. I wait for a bunch of school kids to run past screaming and yelling.
Instead of hearing school kids, I hear screams. The screaming is from somewhere close.
Is it the other students?
More screams start. My whole body shivers in horror. After a couple of slowly passing seconds, all the screaming stops, all at the same time. I peek to the side and see something near the front of the alleyway, something no one would be expecting to see.
I see a middle aged man wearing a black and white penguin suit with a fancy looking top hat. He had a coat that was just like a waste coat the coat had some strange patterns and symbols on it. He had short black spiked hair and was wearing a white masquerade that covered his eyes. The man was burnt all down the side of his face.

Someone has broken the rule.

I start to stand up and stagger back. I watch the man very closely.
He looks down at his suit and tries to wipe of something red, something like blood. I didn’t know if I just scared or just freaking out.
As I stagger back, he walks forward.
As I freak out, he mumbles something under his breath.
As I start to run to the end of the alleyway, he just- Grins.
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Why?
Why does this have to happen to me?
Why me?

I’m too scared to turn around. It feels like the whole world has just stopped spinning at this moment in time.
A slight breeze of silent cold hair touches my neck.
I stop. I start to tilt my head down to look at my right shoulder, my eyes freeze in shock. A burnt bloodstained hand is on my shoulder.
The man with the burnt face is right behind me.

He moves his head down to my right ear, at the same time pulling me back onto his chest.
My lips start to tremble; my heart starts to beat faster and faster.
Everything goes quiet, until the man with the burnt face, starts to sing.

“I followed her down, I did, I did-.”

He stops. His bloody hand slithers down to my back and he writes in blood.
‘To the pit of hell, she said, she said.’

It feels like the world starts to spin again after I hear the sound of a cold blooded gun shot. I turn around quickly and as I do, a bucket full of black blood splashes onto my horrified face. I start to look around frantically.
I see nothing except a crate and one single black rose lying on a puddle of red stained blood.
No man with the burnt face.
No Gun.
I turn my body to face the end of the alley way and on the back wall, written in the dark black blood was,
‘Her eyes were sewn, they were, they were.’

I suddenly collapse, my eyes- my eyes start to feel heavy and sore.
It was like someone was continuously jabbing stakes into my eyes, one after the other. My eyes start to close by them self. I try to grab onto my eyelids but it does not work. They just keep shutting and shutting until complete darkness. I scream while holding my eyes. The black blood feels like is seeping into my eyes and making my precious eyes sting.
I start to stagger around, screaming, clenching onto my eyes.
This is the power of Hell made by the devil himself.
My body starts to feel heavy and I drop onto the ground. I roll my body into a ball still holding onto my eyes.
Then I hear it. Footsteps- I start to try and turn to face where the sound was coming from. I suddenly open one of my eyes and I see a girl wearing a long white dress that’s dirty with soil and had a butterfly drawn in blood on it. She had long brown straight hair, long nails pierced through her limbs and some of her skin had been peeled off.
The girl; she was quickly approaching me. She bends down right in front of my body. She grabs my hair and pulls my head up to her face. Her eyes-
her eyes were sewn.

She whispers to me, “He followed me down, he did, he did.”
She chuckles to herself and let’s go of my head. She walks to the back wall and she raises her hand and scratches her fingernails on the wall, making a high pitched screeching sound, she underlines 'her eyes were sewn', with some red pure blood, it was not her blood though, the girl was not bleeding. I rub the back of my head and start to move my arm to face my hand.
It was my blood, I'm bleeding. I tighten my body and start to scream to myself like it was my own lullaby.

I did want my life to end but not like this, I just wanted to fade away without anyone knowing.
A non-torturous death was all I wished for.

I slowly blink and in one slow blink, the girl is gone.
Instead I see a man crouching down beside me. I can hear him trying to get a response out of me. I try to talk to talk back but my lips don't even move.
I see his hand reach out to me, my last memory.
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