Alice in Her Land (Creepypasta) (OLD)

Alice in her Land

"Alice, ALICE, DEMONSPAWN GET YOUR LAZY ASS DOWN HERE" Alice's father called from downstairs. Alice was already awake, sketching in her sketchbook.
Instead of Alice listening to his calls, she continued drawing. Time to time she would blow her hair out of her face.

In a slightly drunken state, Alice's father stumbled up the stairs, and bust her door open. Alice lifted her gaze up from her drawing and looked at her father blankly. "Oh? Our little devil is awake? Hmm... I wonder.... What words shall be carved today..." Alice's father said, tauntingly. Alice's blank stare turned to one that contained a glare. "Listen here" Alice started, placing her sketchbook on her bed forcefully. "I've called the police on you multiple times but since mom is here, she thinks you're all innocent!" She screamed at her father, gesturing her hands in many ways. Her father scoffed, looking down on her with a glare. "Make me breakfast or it's another word on your back" Her father said, crossing his arms. He walked out the room as Alice quickly began to get ready.

She went to the bathroom with her clothing of choice in hand, and hopped in the shower turning it on. As the water was hitting her body, Alice examined her back with her hands, she felt the outlines of the nine carvings on her back. The first one was the smallest as it was the first of the carvings, it said the word 'Selfish' as a punishment for a younger version of the teen, trying to get something to eat without permission. The second one was the second carving engraved into her back, the word said, 'Bitch' in relation to a young, six year old Alice, asking for a dog. Her father even put a muzzle and collar on her and made her crawl on her hands and knees for a week, when her mother wasn't home of course. The third was was a bit larger than the last two, because it was made when she was thirteen, the word said 'Dumbass' all for getting a C on a test.... The next one had three words engraved, the words were 'Whore and Slut' just for getting a boyfriend. She never tried daring to date anyone ever again. The final one was the one she hated the most, three numbers... '6 6 6' the reason? Her eyes and hair. You see, Alice didn't look like a normal sixteen year old woman, she had light gray hair that reached her waist, her left eye was a Crimson red, while the other was a pitch black.

Alice had no clue where she got these looks from because, she was left at an orphanage wrapped in a blue hoodie. With a note that was never discovered by Alice herself. The note read 'Please take care of my child, I promise I will send a family member to find her and bring her home soon'. Nobody knew when 'soon' was. But Alice's 'father' kept the note hidden.

Alice eventually finished her shower and hopped out, turning the shower off in the process. She dried herself off and began to put of her clothing. Alice's choice of clothing was her signature look, a white shirt, black bootcut jeans, and her blue hoodie. Before she left the restroom she looked into the mirror and pulled her bangs back that covered her right eye. She could have sworn she saw a white circle with an X through the circle as a pupil, but when she blinked, it was gone.

She brushed it off, an put her bangs back in place as she began to walk downstairs to begin making breakfast. When she got downstairs she noticed her father sat in a chair with an impatient expression on his face. Alice looked away and began to make breakfast for her father.

Alice hear shuffling and heels tapping quickly as her mother appeared. Her mother, quite the beauty, short brown hair that reached her neck with bangs on her forehead, emerald green eyes, and pale skin. She wore her usual work attire that consisted of a white long sleeved shirt, black leggings, and a black half jacket with her bag on her shoulder. Alice's mother said her goodbyes to her husband and 'child'. Alice waited outside until her mother was out of sight. Alice sighed and walked back inside. "Well? Hurry it up!" Her father said, slamming his fist to the table he was sitting at.