ALICE

Chapter 12 - TREE

Chapter 12: TREE

 Alice tore her wristband off as she let Alice McCormick’s identity fly into the air, fluttering into the sky, as Alice was let out of the car that had driven her from Phoenix.

 She was in a red shirt, the same one that she had been wearing the day of the incident. The stab mark was stitched over, with slightly discolored thread on the spot. Alice decided to walk home, it was only a couple blocks, the weather was creeping towards summer, and today was a warm, sunny day.

 Alice felt alive, invigourated, her skin, pale from four months of staying inside, welcomed the warmth and the vitamin D.

 She walked home, ignorant of the scowls and nasty looks she got from the rest of the townsfolk. She cut through Lilacs Rower Park, where the bushes were looking cleaner, greener, and more lush then she had ever seen them before. Alice decided to stay here a while, she had her phone, her pills, and that was all she needed. She sat down, her back against the trunk of a strong oak tree. She heard a bird sing, a bee fly lazily by, and everything was good. Alice let her eyelids droop down until they were closed. And then she fell asleep.

 And the dream didn’t happen.

 Nope.

 She dreamt of nothing.

 She slept, for the first time in a year, without incident.

It was nice.

Everything was real.

Or so she thought.