Alice

Part 1

I came running out of the little street store and stopped when I was close enough to see Drake’s annoyed face. I knew with that face that I really piss him for.

I did a quick bow, asking for his forgive, and scratched behind my head, nervously.

“I’m-I’m sorry. I-I didn’t know how long the line w-was when I said I wa-was getting gum,” I said in a low and sincere voice. He continued to look at me with his cold red eyes, looking as if he’s deciding if he should forgive me or not, but then he sighed.

“Yeah. Whatever. Just take the ice cream cone. Your ice cream is melting,” he told me, in his usual deep voice. He handed me back my ice cream.

He was right. It was starting to melt and some was dripping on Drake’s hand. Instead of wiping it off with a napkin or on his clothing, he started licking it. I couldn’t help but giggle a little.

“What?” he demanded flatly, looking at me. I stop abruptly.

“No-nothing. I-If you really wanted some ice cream, you-you should have bought a cone,” I informed him, talking in a soft voice. He leaned in closer to me and was only an ice cream cone away from my face. Naturally, I closed my eyes, afraid what might happen next.

It was quiet for a while and either of us said a word. I even stopped breathing.

“You know the ice cream is not what I want,” Drake said then patted my red cap hat down to my face. When I opened my eyes, all I saw was the cap. Finally, I got it off my face and saw that Drake was already walking away. I sighed.

“Yeah, I know,” I muttered softly. It was too soft for even Drake to hear. I fixed my hat, back to the way it was, and went back to licking my chocolate sprinkled ice cream, quietly followed behind him.

“It’s time to get you home,” he told me. I made a face. I really didn’t want to go home. I kind of like walking around. It was different.

“I know you don’t want to go home but it’s late and you have school tomorrow,” he explained, not even looking at me. I went back to my ice cream.

Doesn’t mean I want to go…

~*~

I was running for my life in a field full of wheat. Everywhere, all over my body, I was cut up.

All I wanted to do was run away from home; to get away from all the pain. I don’t want to live in a house with my crazy dad but I definitely didn’t want to be eaten, dead or alive.

To fill you in on what’s happening, a crazy guy is chased me out of the town and deep into a field of wheat with a knife. He’s been threatening to eat me. He’s the reason I’m all cut up. Lucky, I got away before he actually kill me.

He really caught me off guard when he pulled that knife on me. I was just minding my own business, walking around the town at night, trying to keep some distance  away from my house, and then he came after me with a knife. He keeps muttering something about dinner.

Suddenly, I tripped and land on my ankle wrong. It hurt. I knew from that moment that my ankle was sprain. The worst time get a sprained ankle. I couldn’t even get up. That’s how bad it was. Plus I was completely out of breath.

“Finally,” the weird guy said with a twisted voice. “My dinner is ready”

I tried to scream but I couldn’t scream. My voice was suddenly at lost. Why can’t I scream?

He’s approaching me, stabbing the knife in the air, wickedly. My face was wet from all the crying I’ve been doing. Every tear that fell burned. The tears were seeping the cuts on my cheeks.