Once Upon A Time A Twisted Story

Chapter 2

"Wonderland that's where you're from." Bellfire said in a " I'm not kidding voice".

"There's no way! I can't be? It's only in Fairy tales! What in the world!! Oh, I get it now ... You people are just mental and have been stalking me all my life! You just think wonderland and Hook is real but they're not y'all are just crazy! I'm not going with you and you can't make me because that's kidnaping, and you can go to jail for that!" I freaked, screaming and yelling at the two of them.

"Eliza, you have to come with us. Don't you want to see your parents?" Bell asked

" YOU PEOPLE ARE INSANE !" I screamed.

"I'll call Hook." Bell said leaving the conversation and pulling a phone out of her apron.

"Eliza you have to listen to me, we would never hurt you or lie to you. We came here to look for you and we found you! Eliza... Eliza, look at me. Have Bell and I given you any reason to think we were lying about the whole thing?" Bellfire asked generously.

"How can I trust you, I just meet you? I'm a desperate 17 year old girl who is dying to have any sort of family! I've been dreaming of having a long lost sibling or getting foster parents who don't treat me like Crap! I have trust issues because I have been beaten, bullied, abused, and rejected. I have Never ever been able to fit in with Anybody. I have been Alone for ten years! TEN YEARS! How do you expect me to trust anyone ? Let alone you? " I asked crying my eyes out. I fell to the ground bawling to myself. It suddenly went dark.

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I slowly started to wake up but I didn't open my eyes. I felt like I was rocking... like on a boat. Ha! With my luck it is a pirate ship. Oh boy, I hope it's not. I decided to open my eyes slightly as some light floods into my vision. I wait for my eyes to get use of the dimness of the room. I glance around the room it's a ship made from wood like the ones in stories.

"Where am I?" I murmured to myself.

"I'm surprised you don't remember dear!" saids a shadow in the right corner near the stairs.

" Who are you?" I asked the shadow

"That really hurt mate , right here." the shadow said

He has an accent it sounds a bit British with a hint of American.

"Are you sure I know you, because by the sound of your voice you are from Great Britain. I was born and raised in America. Texas to be exact." I told the shadow

"Oh no mate, you really don't know do you?" asked the shadow as footsteps ricocheted off the floor boards.

"Remember what?" I pondered his question. What is there to forget? I have been in foster homes all of my life?

"I'm going to tell you a story bout my best mate and the day she disappeared. Is that okay with Liz.. I mean Eliza?" the shadow said with worry and sorrow in his voice.

"Yah, I guess?" I said a bit nervous

"You've got it beautiful" the shadow sang with humor for filling his voice.

"Are you flirting?" I asked him

" You wish sweet thing" hooted the shadow.

"Really? are you that good looking or something ? Is that why your not showing your face?" I asked.

" You will fancy me yes,but no it's not why I'm not showing my face deary" the shadow said amused.

"Okay then, on with your story!" I announced

"Okay, my best mate yes? Oh, she was beautiful! She had light brown wavy hair that flowed down her shoulders. She had theses blue almost grey eyes with speckles of green. She was seven when it happened. it was all my fault." the shadow said sighing at the memory. " We are only two years apart so I was only nine but I remember it like it just happened. We took a boat out to sea the two of us so we could go swimming." his voice started cracking a little. "I stopped the boat and put down the anchor. I heard her tell me she was going to jump in the water. I told her it was fine. I took my shirt off and looked around and she was gone." He sighed again hearing the pain in his voice I cringe. " I looked every where. I tried swimming to the bottom but coming up unsuccessful. I lost her and I blamed my self every day for that." he sniffled " Now we've found her and she doesn't remember me." He whispered the end of his story.

"I'm so sorry." I cried to him. I felt so sorry for this man who lost his best friend at a young age. " But it's not your fault it, you looked every where for this girl. you tried your best." I told him reassuringly.