Twisted

Chapter One

                     Just A Memory

     Once upon a time, long long ago. There was a little girl, only three years old. She was different, this is true. But not so different than me and you. What people didn't know, and would someday find out. Is that one day this little girl, will grow up to save the world. This is her story. This is how she saved us all....
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   I tiptoed slowly to my father's study. The door was slightly cracked. I may be very young, but I'm smart. I knew my step mother didn't like me. I just didn't know it was this bad.

    "She's too strange Charles." She complained.

    "She's just a child Mary." My father tried reasoning with her. I couldn't see much, but I knew she wasn't happy.

    "No. She needs help! She needs people like her. The.... "Gifted"." She sneered. Gifted? She thinks I'm insane.

    "You want me to send my daughter to the insane asylum!? Who do you think you are making a decision like that?" My father roars. I've never really seen daddy this mad before.

      "I am her mother, Charles. I've already called to have her be picked up in the morning. You can't stop this Charles. It's too late. Think about our baby, Charles.... For his or her well being... Get ride of that child. Send your daughter away!"

   "Fine, Mary..." My father sighs. "You win. She'll leave first thing tomorrow."

    What? Leave?.. Tomorrow??? Surely he cant be serious.... I'm his daughter... He wouldn't. Would he?

    "Papa.... How could you?" I squeak.

     He turns to look at me right as I turn to run. I rush outside and straight to the bushes I loved to hid in when I played outside by the time he makes it to the front door.

     "Charles! Come back here! She's gone and it's for the best." Mary yells. He looks at her and shakes his head. Being as small as I am, I can fit under things, so I slowly start to creep backwards.

     "Alison? Alison please... Come out!
Let me explain. Ali-bear?" He called. But I couldn't come out. I couldn't let him explain. I couldn't go and run to my papa. Because the ground beneath my knees and hands started to crumble and give way. And I was falling. All I could hear was the faint call of Alison.