The Next Alice. What Really Happened.

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

"Brother! She is awake!" A high pitched voice sounded.

Slowly, I opened my eyes to find a small girl watching me quizzically. I propped myself up with my elbows and inspected the damage that retched dodo did to me. There was a long red line trailing from below my chest to my stomach. I cringed. It had been sewn together and the wound was still fresh. The girl noticed my actions and smiled enigmatically at me.

"Don't worry! Brother will heal you!"

This sort of things never happened to me when I was with Ann. The citizens seemed to fear Ann apparently.

"Sister, I heard your call." A strong voice replied. The voice was filled with elation and somehow bitterness.

"Yes. Dear Alice has awaken." The girl said mockingly.

Her brother frowned heavily at her and then proceeded to throw the bag he was carrying at her feet.

"We wouldn't be here if you didn't listen to Dream." He spat furiously. His yellow eyes bore into his sister's.

"Shut up you retard! You listened to him too! You should have stopped us!" His sister replied with the same amount of bitterness. The bubbly and charismatic girl I had met minutes ago was replaced by an acid-tongue witch.

" We could be home. Right now. We could have gone to Lizzie's party, if you weren't so bloody stubborn!" Her brother snapped back. He glared at her and turned his heels.

The girl let out a long sigh. Gazing at her brother, I could not help but wonder what happened to them?

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened between you both?" I asked quietly as she tended to my wounds.

The girl stared at me quizzically before replying, 

"I guess it's better to tell someone. Well it was the summer of the year before..."

Sister's Pov

"Dear sister! It is term break! Let's visit Auntie Magaret!" My brother said excitingly. He clapped his hands jubilantly and stomped his feet.

"Alright! I love her house!" I commented.

Hand in hand, we left Mayflower Boarding school. It hasn't been the same since she died. She was my best friend. But her wrenched sister murdered her.

"Sister, are you still mad about her death?" My brother asked me, his voice filled with concern.

I nodded my head and looked away. Her death was too painful. We walked in silence to the mansion, where Auntie Margaret greeted us with open arms.

"Dear me! Miranda's got a play mate!" Margaret smiled.

My brother and I greeted her and proceeded to Miranda's bedroom. It was at the west wing of the mansion, one of the biggest rooms.

As we entered Miranda's beautifully furnished room, we saw her sitting on her silk cover bed painting. Her room was beautifully adorned with paintings that she had painted.

"Miranda, what are you painting?" My brother asked as he crammed his neck to take a better look at the picture.

Miranda was too focused in her painting to notice us. Her gentle stroke of the paint brush made a greater effect on the canvas. Stroke by stroke, the picture was formed. It was a dark headed girl standing in front of a huge castle. A distinct pattern of hearts was imprinted on a banner that hung from the castle.

"Oh! Hello! I didn't see you there!" Miranda said suddenly. She pushed her painting aside and got off her bed.

"Do you want to go to Wonderland again?" She said in a bored tone.

We nodded our heads quickly. Miranda rolled her blue eyes and pulled her carpet up.

"I'm not going with you. I have too much work to do." She stated simply. She was avoiding us, I could tell by the tone of her voice.

We agreed. She opened the trap door and we jumped in excitedly. Little did we know that was the last time we ever saw the overworld. Our would.

End of Part 1 of sister Pov

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