Trust Me, She Isn't Mad!

Chapter-4 The Pool of Tears

Alice: From the moment I fell down that rabbit hole I've been told what I must do and who I must be. I've been shrunk, stretched, scratched, and stuffed into a teapot. I've been accused of being Alice and of not being Alice but this is my dream. I'll decide where it goes from here.

Bayard: If you diverge from the path...

Alice: I make the path!

Trust Me. She isn't Mad!!

Chapter-4 The Pool of Tears.

Every time I heard Alice sniff, I felt like the biggest douche of the century. Yep, Alice is crying...well at least I think she is, I can't see her because it's too dark in the room.

She was crying way too silently, it was just the sniffing which gave away her crying. Otherwise, I wouldn't have ever guessed.

*sniff* Alice sniffed again and I flinched. That's it, I can't take this more! Screw sleeping!

I got up in a sitting position and turned on the lamp again. Alice had her head between her knees and she was shaking slightly. I was on the floor in an instant and sat in front of her. Her hairs were open now and they were half behind her back and another half in front of her...long brown curls were sitting on the floor due to the length of her hairs.

"Alice," I said taking a deep breath and mustering up all the courage I had, I wasn't used to such kind of emotions and I always try to stay away from the display of emotions. If it was some other girl, then I would have run away by now, Emotions and I just don't match.

But with Alice, it felt, I don't know, I am so confused, why am I not running away, why am I not calling my mother or Liz and asking them to handle this nutcase... why does it feel like she is my responsibility.

Why?

I seriously don't know. Maybe it was because I felt like I have made her cry and it was my duty to calm her again.

"Alice, What is it?" I asked her panic clear in my voice; I didn't know what to do and how to do. And it didn't help at all when she didn't reply me and instead started shaking more hardly.

"Alice, what is it? Why are you crying?"I asked her and brought my hand towards her shoulder to get her to look at me but just my fingers touched her shoulders and she slapped my hand away, just like she did in the living room and just for a second I was able to see her face. It wasn't a bad sight at all. To be honest she looked more beautiful when she cried.

And I seriously want to slap myself for thinking so, I definitely sound like a sadist right now. I mean who likes the sight of a crying Face!

But it wasn't my fault she looked good, her hair were sticking on the side of her cheek and her nose was red from all the crying, while her cheeks had gone paler and not to forget the redness of eyes with dark blue colored eyes.

Yep! I have gone Mad.

There was no sign that she will stop crying soon in future and I had absolutely no idea about what I should do.

"Alice Please" Yes I was pleading now "Just tell me what you want. Just stop crying. I'll get you anything you want. "I told her in an urgent kind of voice, but it still didn't get her to look up.

After 2 seconds she said something but I couldn't make out what she said, her voice was sort of muffled...

"What?" I asked her bringing my face ahead.

"D..Da..Daddy." She said, and her voice was like that of a five-year-old baby asking for her mommy and it wasn't even funny at all, instead it was the most beautiful voice I have ever heard. Even though I barely heard it.