Trapped

Chapter 1

~Ten years later~

Alice's P.O.V

My voice never did come back. I don't know why, and I don't question it. It just happened. Camden is my dad's jewel. My mother and father love him. But he hates them, because of what they do to me.I always sign to him that "it's okay" and that "I'm fine". He's just glare at the wall and say it isn't fair that he can't hear his own sister's voice. I'd just smile sadly and ruffle his brown hair.

I still own the attic as my room, except now it's filled with books. I didn't wear make up, or whore myself like my mom- when ever she was around. My father gave me beating but avoided my face due to the fact teachers would ask. Today was any other Monday, I grabbed my bag and Camden's and threw it into the car. I turned the car on and waited for Camden.

I was driving Camden to school as I thought about how my life couldn't be shittier. Camden and I had different worlds apart from each other, but we never see it that way. He was loved, I was unwanted. He's popular, I'm the school freak mute. It didn't matter to us. We were all that we had. We had each other and that's all that really matters to us despite our obvious differences.

'Have a good day, Kiddo.' I signed to Camden as I pulled over in front of the school and kissed his forehead.

Camden smiled, "Love you, Liccy. Have a good school day." He called out as he ran to his friends. Eighth grade was a simple time then.

My senior year was filled with hatred and sadness. Camden didn't know it but I was bullied at school. That I walked around with a "No friends allowed" sign on my back whenever I got to school. I would lie to him about school so he wouldn't be to depressed that his sister has a horrible life, or at least worse than it already was.

I drove to my school and pulled my 1974 Chevy Blazer into a shaded off parking spot. It was rusty and has a tint of dark blue were the paint once was, but he still ran and I gave him some nice TLC when I could. I grabbed my bag and pulled the keys out the ignition and threw the door open with a squeak hinting to get some WD40 later. I grabbed my books and tucked them into my arm and headed in for the main school door.

I went in unseen. I breathed out in relief. Made it to my locker without any harassment. I opened my locker and... Fuck. Paint shot to my face. I sighed. I threw the damn contraption out the locker and stuffed my bag in, and pulled my textbooks out.

"So Lice, lovin' the new look, sugar." Sandra drawled in her southern accent.

She might have transferred three weeks ago, but she's head cheerleader.

Seventy percent whorebag, thirty percent evil on legs.

I shook my head and went to gym to change my clothes.

I didn't need this life. Why did I get this life? Did I do something for god to hate me that much that I've become a walking zombie? I didn't care. My life was this, and there's no changing it.

Chapter one huh? Boring, I know but its a work in progress. Playing with Alice's personality a little. Anyways, comment, share with your friends. Hope you enjoyed my pervy weirdos:p

~Gigi