ProloguelI listened to the night, curled up in my room. How many more hours until I'm insane? How many unanswered questions will hide? Never, I thought, the only sound the silence of the night consuming my pain. No more will the monster in me scream for freedom, no more trauma will be caused. How will it? I wondered, my questions screaming in my head, the ones that allways have taunted me.
"ALICE, WERENT YOU SUPPOSED TO PUT UP THE DISHES!?!?" My mother screamed, slamming my door open. "S-sorry, I'll do better... " I stuttered, noticing the knife in her hand. She never has used a knife.... Had she? "NEXT TIME!? You said that last time, and you failed again. There is no next time!" She shouted, about to stab the knife somewhere in me.
I grabbed the knife, along with the towel around the handle, defending myself. I swept her off her feet, followed by jamming my foot into her face repeadetivly, memories of her never ending abuse flashing in my head. "I- I'm sorry..." She had stated, emotions filling her eyes. All I saw was pain, mischief, and sorrow. No grief, no forgiveness in her blue eyes. I kicked her again, making blood fountain from her eye. "Sorry? Didn't you say sorry isn't an option? Geez... I thought you were supposed to raise me. You deserve it anyway." I sneered, jamming my foot deeper in her gashing eye, watching the blood splatter.
"I'm sorry... I really am.." She moaned, the pain weakening her. "What is seen cannot be unseen. What is done can not be undone. You created me right? Shoulda raised me right." I stated, slowly driving the knife into her head, watching her life go away. Funny; I never thought pain was humorous.
His beady eyes was locked onto mine, as if he didn't know what to expect. He then saw the body, then looked back to me. A thought struck my mind. "Aren't you supposed to tell me to go to sleep or something?" I asked, realizing what I said. He laughed. "Seeing that mess, I'm scared to find out what happens if I did. So, you do know us." He said.
"Y- yeah, but I never heard of them saving others..." I studdered, surprised of his reaction. "Well, it's rare. If you want to meet more, follow me." He offered, jumping out the window.
That's when I discovered myself.