Alice POV
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My fathers car bounces up and down as we come closer too our new home.
" Honey, you can't just ignore me forever" he says looking at me through the rear view mirror. I look out the window seeing the brick building hidden behind yards of trees and shrubs. The woods is thick with trees and patches of rose bushes here and there. As we drive closer I can see the detail in the wooden doors and window sills. The red brick is covered with layers and layers of vines crawling up the front and sides, and Little roses are sprouting from the vines covering the windows. " You head on in and I will get our luggage." He says smiling patting my leg.
I get out of the car shutting the door lightly. I pull my sweater over my shoulders failing to warm my body as the wind blows. I step to the front door touching the knob. A thorn pricks my finger making me wince. I suck on my finger and look down at the door.
A patch of thorns swirl around the door knob and across the door frame making me stomp my feet in frustration. I tilt my glasses down walking too the side of the house.
A door stands open and I walk in.
Pots of crumpled flowers and dried up leaves surround the room. A sunroom.
A smile creeps up on my face, but when I notice it, it fades away. I walk around stepping on pieces of glass and crunching leaves. " You found the sunroom" my father says smiling. " Beautiful. Maybe we can have a day and fix it up." I look at him and start walking again. " Doubt it " I say making my dad shuffle awkwardly. I walk a bit more and see a door with painted roses on it. " What's this room? " I ask my dad making him look at me surprised.
" Me? Your asking me?" He says putting his hand on his heart. I look at him and shake my head. " Oh this is perfect!!!" He laughs. " The previews owners said not to open it. " he said looking at the knob. He jiggles it but it doesn't budge. " Even if we wanted too, it's locked." After he walks away I study the door a bit more.
The roses are painted in order.
White, pink, red, dark red, black, then a black rose with red splatters. The image makes my stomach turn. Why would someone draw this. I smooth my hand over it and feel the smooth wood.
FLASHBACK
My mothers hand touches me. Her tears mix with her sweat and blood and drips down her cheeks. " Alice let go." She says. Her body hangs from the cliff.
Dad lays in the car knocked out by the impact of the 2 cars colliding together. on the other hand my mother and I have been flung 30 feet away from the accident and I now am holding onto my mother as she hangs from the cliff. " No mom someone will come help me hang on" I cry feeling her hand slip from my grasp.
" I will watch over you baby. It's okay. It's not going to be your fault."
She says looking at me. She smiles
" goodbye little one."
Her hand lets go and her body falls through the air. I scream her name as her body smashes against the roses.
I scream and kick. " Don't leave me mom!!! MO-"
END OF FLASHBACK
I look up seeing the door. " Honey come on pick out your room." My dad says
I walk up the wooden stair case looking out the windows. The trees block out my view but I can see a pond.
As I walk further to the top of the second floor the pond is out of sight.
After I walk around a bit I find my room. It's a good sized room. It has wooden floors colored a dark brown, the wallpaper looks like it used to be a beautiful pattern of flower but is now peeling from the walls. The kingsize bed in the middle of the room has cream colored sheets, 2 pillows and a ugly green bed spread.
I set my things down and lay on my bed. Ugh. Mom I miss her. A hit on the window makes me flinch. I walk over and see a black bird flying towards the window. " No!!" I yell. It's fragile body hits the window and falls. I look down and see a pile of birds.
" Dad" I scream, as another bird flys towards the window. I open it without thinking and it flys in. I scream as the bird flys around me and I feel the birds claw dig into my skin.
" Bloody hell!!" My father yells.
He grabs a broom and swooshes the bird out of the window. He slams the window shut hard. " What where you thinking?" He yells throwing his hands in the air. " There where birds hitting the window, and I didn't know what- I panicked an- why are birds hitting the window!" I scream crying. He looks at me and calms down. " Hey I'm sorry for yelling." He says hugging me.
" Dinner will be ready in 30 minutes.
Get ready for bed and lay out your outfit for school tomorrow.
He walks out of the room shutting the door lightly and I let out a breath.
This day has been horrible. Dad only wanted to move because he thought mom was still there.
And he can't think about mom.
I look over at the wall when I hear a knock. " Hello" I say thinking my dad is knocking. " Dad?" I say. I walk over to the wall and knock. I wait a few moments and I hear another tap on the wall. I see a flash of light and notice a hole. I crouch down to the holes level and slowly move forward.
I tap another time while looking through the tiny puncture in the wall.
Tap tap. I look in closer and I see no one. I jump when my dad walks in " Dinners ready." He looks at me and nods. I get up and walk down the stairs to the table. I sit down and look at the bowl of pot roast. The delicious meat melts in my mouth and I close my eyes.
" Isn't it nice." My father says. I nod and finish it. My father goes back into his office to study while I clean the dishes.
The kitchen is a huge room. But has horrible appliances.
When I'm done I walk into my room. My closet is open and I see a shadow. " Mom?" I ask remembering when I called out too her. I walk closer and reach out my hand. Bang! The closet door falls off and I look back up. It's gone.
I wipe the sweat trickling down my forehead and grab my tanktop and shorts. I slip it on while I look around for my suitcase. When I spot it I remember my book.
I grab it and turn out the light. The candle lit beside my bed is just enough light for me to read.
Dear journal. 11,20,2016
I don't know why my father has been wanting to spend more time with me.
He does not understand that even though mom died, that does not mean he nor I have to become close is any way. This is the first day in the new house. For some reason the atmosphere of the house seems off. A figure was standing in my closet, I wonder if it was my mother making a visit. But the doubts are kicking in. Tomorrow I start school. I'm afraid.
I'm thinking of last year and how life was spent in lockers. All. Year. Long. Maybe I will make friends. Have a good year. But i know that won't happen, because nothing good happens to me does it. Nope. And thats why i got this book. So i could write down all my feelings and such. If life was easier i wouldn't have this note book. But i do. Because mom died, dad is acting strange, and for heavens sake this god awful house. Its horrible. I just wanna---
I look up from my writing when i hear a strange sound. The rain from outside pounds on my window and the thunder makes my room shake. It doesn't feel right. Shivers go up my spine sending goosebumps all over my body. I stand up and slip my slippers on. I walk across the wood causing creaks now and then. I open the door and step into the hallway. The darkness makes me step back inside my room but I breath and walk back out. The cold air touches my arms and I want to go under my covers but I don't. I walk down to the end of the hallway. The stairs curl down the side of the wall and are ice cold. When I get to the bottom I walk towards the door with the roses. Its calling to me. It wants me to go to it. To feel its sadness. The bloody rose drips. My mothers voice sounds in my head. I grab the knob, feeling the pricks of the thorns but I grip it harder. Blood drips from my hands. The warm liquid drips down the the surface of the hard floor. Its so quite I can hear the drips hitting the ground. It goes in a beat. I close my eyes. And I then feel a hand on my shoulder.
I open my eyes. I'm laying in my bed " Wake up " My dad says shaking me. I groan and hide my head under my pillow. Wait what happened. I get my head off my pillow and look at my hands.
Nothing. Not even a scratch. Just white skin wrapped around bones. I get up and walk to my bedroom door heading to the stairs. I wobble down the steps feeling the coldness crawl up my legs to my thighs and travel up my torso to my arms and stomach. Stomach. I'm hungry. Starving actually.
My stomach growls making my feet travel down the stairs faster. When I get to the bottom of the stairs I stop and see the door. The door with the roses. What is that. I walk towards the door and look down. I gasp when I see my blood on the floor. I look at my hands seeing the scabs forming from grabbing the door nob a few hours earlier. But how?
Hey its GalaxyBrainDead and this is the first chapter for my story doors with dark roses I wrote this like 3 months ago but forgot about it but here it is it took me awhile to find what era I wanted to base it on but yes thx for reading and follow me and vote!!!
