FP's Fun

Chapter 4

"Alice? Hey, Alice? Hey! Alice in Wonderland! Guess what?! They're almost here! Alice! Hey!"

"Ah!" Alice yelped, opening her eyes from her dream. Her vision took a moment to adjust as she looked around the room, realizing it was real. She looked up at her handcuffed wrists, finally feeling the strain on them and she winced in pain. She looked at FP beside her and more tears fell as she knew this was her own personal Hell.

She looked around the silent room, wondering what time it must be. Looking out the windows, she guessed about 7:30PM as the sun was almost completely set. She heard the dripping of the water in the bathroom sink to her left and her mouth watered, feeling the extreme thirst and hunger. Her stomach growled and she looked down at it. "Hm." She chuckled to herself. "Yeah. Me too." Her tear stained eyes felt heavy as fatigue began to overcome her. The dryness in her mouth and throat caused her jaw to drop with frustration.

This was all her fault. Everything usually was. Their kids cut them out of their life because of her overprotective "Mama Bear" persona. Her fault. FP cheated on her with her cousin, Penny....Her fault. The newspaper she worked for was almost sued due to illegally received information. Also her fault. Well...her editor's too, but mostly hers for digging so deep into criminal investigations for articles. Thank God FP was a successful lawyer who saved her ass in that court case. She was now in THIS mess...a new widow...all because she couldn't satisfy her man. Her fault. Her darkest secret. The one she refused to tell anyone, including FP? Her. Fault.

Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of the wind blowing outside the slightly opened windows. She sighed, feeling the breeze give her goosebumps as she began to shiver. Oh, right. The air conditioner is broken and gets too cold if on too long. Great! If she wouldn't starve to death, she'd probably freeze to death. And she honestly couldn't decide which one was worse. "In the past few hours, I'd never thought I'd say this, FP..." She chuckled. "But you're a lucky bastard right now." She shivered once more, hating that this was a real event in her life. Hating that THIS might be the way she left the world? She looked out the window, staring at the sun as it slowly went down and soon, she knew she'd barely be able to see save for the moonlight seeping through the windows.

Another hour had passed and Alice attempted many times to break free from the cuffs, but no luck. The color on her wrists was beginning to turn to a very bashful pink, almost to match her under slip and she felt lightheaded, longing for food and water.

Soon, she gasped, swearing she could hear something outside of the room. "Hel...Hello?" She called out. "Hello?" She called out again and what she swore were footprints, crept closer and closer. The sound grew louder and louder and she wondered if she were going crazy. Or was it that intruder she was praying for?

Soon, her question was answered as said 'intruder' became visible to her, stepping through the open bedroom door. Her eyes widened, her heartbeat increased, her body shook uncontrollably upon what she saw. "No." She said to herself. A panic attack overtook her and she found it hard to breathe again. "Go away!" She shouted. "He's just sleeping!" She kicked her foot at the coyote in the doorway as if to wave him off. "Shoo!" She yelled. It growled, taking a step forward. "Please?" She begged, sobbing again, asking God or anyone for mercy.

"Don't worry." A familiar voice spoke beside her. "He won't attack until you die."

"FP?" She looked beside her at, what should have been, his lifeless body. But he was fine. He spoke. He sat up. He rolled off the bed, walking around to her side to sit at her feet. "This doesn't make sense. You died."

"And you look like you did." He said, looking back to her. "Your hair's a mess. You're a little pale. Your lips are turning kind of blue. And your makeup's all over your face. Have you been crying, Alice? Over me?" He laughed. "Well...I guess you really do love me. I always thought that your cold, heartless person was just saying that to appease our marriage. But...I could never tell with you." FP shrugged. "Eh...I didn't care. I was too in love with you to really care how YOU felt. I asked you to marry me. You said yes. That was good enough for me." He finally turned to look her in the eye. "To a point."

"FP." She began to say, but he interrupted her.

"Ah, ah. It's my turn to talk now. You've done enough of that throughout our entire relationship. Well...except for when it mattered most. Like...that secret you've been keeping? Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. What was that about? Huh? You couldn't trust me?" He chuckled. "Well? Can't you trust me now?!" He raised his voice. "I'm only a dead corpse now! Tell me, Alice! What's your secret?"

"What?" Alice, confused, looked to her left again and sure enough....there he was. Her dead husband. Still there, unmoved. She looked back to the other FP and he was gone. The coyote in the doorway growled once more and she looked to him, wanting nothing more than to throw something at him. "Go away!" She shouted with all her might once again. Soon, the coyote took a seat right on the floor in front of the door, watching her every second and licking his chops when he looked over to poor FP.

"Looks like he's not going anywhere." Another familiar voice rang out and this time, Alice felt even more confused as she recognized whose it was. "That's right, Kujo. Get nice and comfortable, because Alice Smith will not die easily." Alice turned her head to look at who she saw by the bathroom door. It was her. Another Alice. "Yupp. That's right, Alice." The other one said. "You've officially lost your mind."

A/N: Hey, guys! I hope those of you who have read or seen "Gerald's Game" are starting to pick up on the homages to it in this story. They're kind of obvious. Haha Please keep leaving comments and reviews. I love you, guys! MWAH!