A Wronged Death

Chapter 3

I woke up with the worst headache i've ever had in my life and slowly got out of bed ,It was the first time that I had ever had a nightmare and the gorgeous guy was always in it .I rembered the ugly hands that crept inside my sweatpants and examined my body.Sure enough there were bruises on my belly but I sighed with relief when I realized that they didn't go any further.

I abruptly got up in bed.If I had bruises then that meant that it wasn't a dream.Sure it meant that I could have a mental disease and bruising myself but something told me that wasn't the case.I went to the mirror and screamed while recoiling in horror.

I touched the mirror ,not believing the sight that unfolded before me.My beautiful caramel skin had paled substantially and I looked like the poster girl for a Red Cross ad .How dare they break my face?My eyes had large bluish bags and my face was covered in bruises.I could see my face getting red with anger and I was slightly shocked at the feeling.I thought about the nasty guy who dared to put his hands in my hands.My hands were shaking with rage

My brain swam with the confused emotions  that    flooded me. At my school there were many Alices ,there were slutty Alice ,gorgeous Alice ,bully Alice and even nerd Alice ,but I was always nice Alice .I was the girl who gave the janitor lunch everyday ,the girl who always made friends with the new kids and who never spoke a bad word about anyone.

I always shrugged off the instinctual knowledge that everyone was taking advantage of me but I never truly considered it until today. I felt my palms start to sweat and i had the sudden urge to break this feeble,broken girl that stared back at me.The girl who had the perfect life ,perfect family and the perfect personality.My blood started to boil and it was like the small thread inside me snapped and everything started to crumble apart.

My brain became jumbled and it was like I was watching from the outside as my world fell apart .    I needed to let it all out on something.I looked at my mirror and right as I pulled back my fist I stopped. This was my favourite mirror I couldnt break it .

I sighed in annoyance and looked for something else to break , the top three options were my dresser,my ipod and my cat .I was just about to pick up Mr.Plumpkin when I saw the red mailbox outside .The same red mailbox that I bucked my toe on on the way in one day.

And my anger was back raging more than ever as i stormed down the stairs.My rage was boiling more than ever as I kicked the mailbox.All I wanted to do was release it,it was almost like someone was begging me to do it.I kicked and punched the mailbox ,laughing at how good it felt .

"Why me ,why me ,what did I ever do?" I shouted repeatedly as I kicked and punched the mailbox with all my might.I hated the people who defiled ,violated me ,how dare they put they put their filthy hands on me? And why me?Why did they want me? 

The loud exaggerated clearing of a throat brought me back to reality as I stared at Mrs. Bloomfield who looked at me like I had grown two heads whilst her daughter, Helen hid behind her skirt.

"Dear are you all right?" she asked , I stepped forward to greet them and  Helen ran down the street screaming in terror.

Mrs.Plume rushed to get her and I flushed in embarassment. It was then that I Turned to look at the mailbox , or was that too good of a description.The large slab of metal junk infront of me could not even come close to a mailbox.

The metal pole that it was situated on was bent like a pretzel and there were some shreds of metal lying on the ground and in the road.I looked at my hands and they were fine ,perfectly fine.

"Fine?They're fine?"I muttered examining my clean tanned hands ,only a tint of red remaining.I looked at the sharp metal scraps and the dented ,holed mailbox.Surely I would of gotten cut ? I've gotten cut just opening a letter before but not completely ruining a mailbox .The questions started coming back and my head began to hurt.This shouldn't be happenning ,what the hell is happening?.I looked across the street and sure enough a pair of green eyes were staring at me .My heart rate picked up at the intensity of the stare.They looked confused ,why were they confused.I flushed and turned away ,mortified as I looked at the scrap of metal ,my reminder of my first temper tantrum,and from the looks of it it won't be my last.

I ran back inside to my bedroom and looked at my face.I could immediately see why Helen ran away. Gone was sweet Alice and what replaced her was a girl that looked so scary even goth Alice would be afraid of her.I flopped on my  bed and realized how good I felt.

Adrenaline was coursing through my veins and my muscles were tingling in excitement.I thought about apologizing to Mrs.Plume.

"Screw that lady,you didn't hear her apologize to you when her daughter wrote bitch on your her mother's day card should you?She should just suck it up and go play with her new boy toy"

I gasped and covered my mouth in horror.Where the hell did that come from?I dont know but it felt sooo good .

I finally realized that I was changing slowly .It took me 16 years to realize that and personally I was welcoming it.

I sat on the bed in contentment before looking outside at the shredded mailbox.Not only did I realize that Mrs.Plume was talking to my father but also that something was seriously wrong with me and I needed to find out what.Firstly,I'm bruised up and I think I'm imagining angels.Also I'm experiencing emotions and feelings that I've never experienced before.I know something wrong and all my instincts pointed to the fact that my father might know what and this Mr.Mysterious.My heart rate sped up as I thought of him,he was a mystery I'd definitely want to uncover ,I smiled at my corny joke.I needed to find answers and quick ,and I knew who just might help.

This was confirmed when my father walked inside the room looking very grim.

"Alice you and I need to talk",and from the looks of it this talk was going to take a while.

A/N : SO AS YOU GUYS CAN SEE I PUT THE STORY IN HER POINT OF VIEW .I AM SOON GOING TO CHANGE THE OTHER CHAPTERS BUT FOM NOW ON THE STORY IS IN ALICE'S POINT OF VIEW   . ALSO FEEL FREE TO CORRECT ME BECAUSE I HAVENT BEEN WRITING ON THIS BOOK FOR A WHILE AND I FORGOT THE DETAILS  .sorry..................