XXII. Madness Becomes Her

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Warning: Do Not Read Further if you are someone who inflicts self harm.....I do not wish cause new scars.....I forgot to add this the first time I published....I do apologize if you read it before this was added...😔

(There is a song behind the photo)

~this is a flashback chapter~

May 10th, 2004

Bare feet on the edge of a coastal cliff, tear stained cheeks feel the sting of the cool morning air, eyes swollen from crying stare down into the abyss. Crashing waves beating the cliff face into oblivion. Dead set on my intention, letting my toes curl over the cliffs edge. No sound to be heard other than my labored breathing. The courtyard maze at my back and the sea lay before me. Just one quick step and it could all end today. No more tears, no more sorrow, just peace.

"Miss Ivvy what are you doing!"

A voice calls out to me as I see my salvation slipping away from my grasp, my back on soft grass, a familiar face above me, but in tears and horror.

It's only been a month since my parents died and I have never felt so empty and devoid of meaning. No smiling faces, no familiar laughter, and no more Alice In Wonderland. I despise it. I want to wipe it from the world. To erase it from my home. The walls scream at me in agony for things to be as they once were, but that dream is dead.

"Come inside Ivvy, you shouldn't be out here, it took Ingrid and I forever to find you in that bloody maze. Please come inside dear." Madeline spoke up, pulling me from the soft grass. "Leave me be!" I shout, running into the maze, hoping to lose them in my madness.

Finally out of the maze and back into the courtyard, I slowly walk to the front of the house. Opening the front doors, leaving them wide open as I go inside the now empty house. Empty of joy, empty of love, empty......of them.

Feeling the cold floor on my feet as I walk into the kitchen, seeing a freshly iced cake sitting proudly in a glass cake display. Pulling the glass cover off, I put it on the counter, taking a large knife from the drawer. "What are you doing Ivvy?" Hearing Ingrids voice, I turn to face her holding the knife in my hand with the blade up. Not even acknowledging her question, I speak up. "I'm relieving you of your duties. Everyone needs to leave." I say deadpan, holding the knife tightly. "B-But Ivvy, your parents wouldn't want-" listening to her words, I immediately become enraged. "I SAID LEAVE!" Interrupting her words, I throw the knife as it sticks into the cabinet door not far from Ingrid.

'Look at them....acting so worried over your existence. You don't need them...they are only obligated to care for you because of your dead parents......you only need me' a voice from the darkness crept into my ear as I glare at Ingrid.

Madeline rushes in from outside, startled from the scene before her. Staring at me in horror as I clench my fist. "Get out!" I scream as they jump from the terror of my demeanor, a sight never thought to be seen or ever to be unseen again. A photo in their memory etched forever I am sure. The kind girl with hopeful eyes, now locked in a state of madness, to never be the same again.

Scurrying away as fast as their legs can carry them, out of the manor letting the double doors slam behind them. Turning back to the cake I stare at the thing that held memories of my long gone past. Staring at the sugary sweet cake dripping with sad memories, wanting it gone from my sight, wanting to destroy it. Letting the feeling of anger consume me, I take the glass cake display in my hands, throwing it across the room. Glass shattered near the entrance to the kitchen as cake splattered on the cabinet that held the knife.

Leaving the kitchen, letting my hands drag across the walls of the hall, my feet dragging the ground as I make my way to the green house. "One......pill......makes you.......larger....." Mumbling the words to my mothers favorite song, I keep my head down letting my hand brush the crystal door knob as a tear fell unwillingly.

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