Chapter 3 *Summer has Officially Started*

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When our bus drops us off by our house we both race down the driveway and burst through the front door. My mom and dad are sitting on the couch looking directly at us with stern looks when we enter. "Mom, Dad? Is everything ok?"

"No Alice it's not ok! Nothing is O. K." My mom nearly shouts at us. My dad stands up and gestures for us to sit. As I sit I notice a depressing look in my brothers eyes.

My mom is obviously near to tears as I can see how red her eyes are. My dad just looks angry. Sam stays silent and looks down. Obviously something's on his mind. My dad glares at both of us obviously pissed. "Sam? What did you do wrong today? ON THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL NO LESS!"

Sam flinched when he yelled and my mom gets up and leaves. I'm so confused why are my parents so mad at Sam? Me too for that matter. Oh no. The nurse must have called them!

"I. I'm sorry dad!" Sam says his voice cracking. "I didn't mean to do it, it just happened!"

"What happened?" I ask and was immediately silenced by my dad.

"And you missy. Cutting your hands? How many times has this happened!?"

"I didn't cut them! I had another dream and my nails cut them!" I stated.

"THAT'S STILL CUTTING THEM!" Turning to Sam he continued. "What do you have to say for yourself? Why would you punch her? A GIRL! YOU DON'T HIT GIRLS!"

Sam flinched again. "I'm sorry! She was talking about Alice! Her name is Lisa. She has always been really rude and now she was making fun of me and Alice!"

"THAT'S NO EXCUSE TO HIT HER!" My dad screams in his face. Lisa is the girl that hangs out with Sam and Jake on the bus. She wasn't with him, neither was Jake for that matter. He must have gotten into a fight with them during school.

"You are grounded Sam. You too Alice. One week! If your good you can start your summer next friday. Alice I don't want to hear any more about these "dreams"." He air quotes the word. "Your mother and I have set up an appointment with your psychologist for next Wednesday. You will ONLY leave the house to see her. Got it?"

"But daaad! I don't need to go to her anymore! I'M NOT CRAZY!"

My dad fumes. "SHUTUP! If you are harming yourself, even unintentionally you will see her untill this stops. I don't care what you think. This is FINAL."

I AM SO MAD RIGHT NOW! Even my own parents think I'm crazy! "I'M NOT CRAZY! I'M NOT!" I scream and punch my wall. "AAAAGH!" That hurt. Like really bad. My nuckles are cracked and a little bit of blood seeps through. I went straight to my room when my dad dismissed us and so did Sam. Locking my door Im taking out my anger on my wall and my knuckles for that matter. But so anywho I am super mad right now.

"I can't believe they would do that!" I'm so sick of them doing this to me! I'm so sick of all the counseling appointments and extra things that just waste my time! "URRGGH!!" I scream and throw my pillow across the room. Throwing myself onto my bed I growled and closed my eyes. Accidentally falling asleep, the last thing I remember is my hands throbbing in pain.

Yawning, I sit up and stretch. It's dark outside and there's no moonlight coming through my window. It's pitch black. Are you kidding me! Slowly I feel around and plant my feet onto the floor. It's very cold to the touch and I gasp. Unable to see anything, I slowly take a cautious step forward and it's even colder. "Alright now I'm confused..." I whisper quietly to myself.

I look in the direction of a dim glow somewhere to my left. Peering into the dim light I notice at first that it seems to be moving. What? Taking a step towards the light I jump in surprise. It had suddenly grown a small but noticeable amount brighter and snaked out low to the floor. It appeared to be luminescent smoke? Confused, I feel the sensitive hairs on the back of my neck raise and I cautiously take a step towards the light. Feeling uneasy, I back up again and watch as the smoke spreads around my room and drifts nearer to me.

Just as it's about to reach my feet it has grown bright enough to illuminate my room and I climb onto my bed to avoid it. Flowing softly over my floor it quickly begins rising and is currently halfway up the side of my bed. I'm sure it's bad, I can't let it touch me. My senses are screaming at me to run but I've missed my chance. "The window!" I exclaim now nearly in a panic.

As I'm opening my window a sickening smell practically punches me in the face. Swaying dangerously, my head foggs and my vision blurs. Barely able to stay upright I can see the smoke coming closer to me having breached the edges of my bed. Weakly, I force my window open and push on the screen. I'm too  tired to force it out. Knowing that the smoke was bad and that it was what was preventing me from escaping; I forced myself up. Aiming my now nearly limp body, I collapsed and my weight pushed me through the screen popping it out.

The screen clatters off of the second story roof. Dizzily I barely manage not to fall myself. The smoke is now where I was just laying and I force the top half of my body out of the window. The soft light from my room has become an angry purple flicker. The deadly smell had become stronger and I was very close to giving in. As I thrust my head out the window I took a deep breath of the fresh clean air and almost immediately I felt the effects of the smoke leaving, my head cleared finally returning control of my body to me.

Gaining a significant amount of my strength back, feeling returned to my legs and arms and I wiggled out of the window. As I pulled my feet through, the smoke touched my foot and instantly I screamed. Searing pain flashed up my leg and for a second it looked as if the smoke was grabbing ahold of me. Jerking myself out, it dulled once I was out of the smoke but I felt as if I had been burned. Looking back I saw that the smoke had stopped at the open window as if it was closed. It piled up against the barrier but did not follow me out. Behind the smoke I could see purple flames enveloping my room.

Confused, I carefully scooted to the edge of the roof and looked down. It was an absolutely dizzying drop. Afraid, I climbed back up and inched around to the other side of the house. There was a pond within jumping distance from this spot on the roof.

Closing my eyes I jumped as far as I could. "Aaaaaagh!" I screamed as I fell through the air. Hitting the water with a shocking splash, my head went under and I quickly drifted to the bottom. The night was still pitch black so I can see absolutely nothing. Thrashing my arms, I tried desperately to swim up to the top.

Disoriented from the darkness, I swam into a group of thick Lilly-pad stalks. Grabbing one I pulled myself towards the surface as as I could see the smallest light coming from that direction. I suddenly stopped. Pushing and pulling I could not progress any further. My legs and lower half were thoroughly tangled in the stalks. Beginning to run out of oxygen definitely did not help anything.

Kicking my legs I tried desperately to untangle them or break the stalks. Ripping at them with my hands I managed to break one but tangled my right arm alongside it. With my only free limb I clawed at the water beginning to panic. My lungs were burning and I imagine I was bright red. The tangling stalks began to draw me down closer the the bottom. It seemed as if the more I struggled the tighter they became. My lungs were screaming for air and I began to feel dizzy.

Finally I couldn't hold my breath any longer. Opening my mouth to scream I panicked and inhaled a lung full of water. Choking on the foul pond-water I sputtered trying to expel the deadly and yet life giving substance. How ironic. I thought as my body gave out relaxing as I lost consciousness.

Just as my eyes closed I suddenly woke up again. I hit smooth hard ground and immediately began coughing and throwing up water. The smooth ground was extremely cold and I began shivering. Gulping in air I slowly began to recover. Spitting the last bits of water I collapsed utterly defeated onto the floor. "I'm dreaming..." As I realized this the floor grew warm and I fell into a deep sleep.

Authors note- if you see any mistakes in any of my chapter please point them out to me I'm doing my best to go back and edit but who knows what I will miss. -3/30/18

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