My Trip to Wonderland

Chapter 4

You have it all yet you still try and make my life a misery, Why push me down, it will never make you any higher. Why walk over me when all I do is speak the truth, why call me a liar and turn everyone against me. Why be lovely to my face and a bitch behind my back. Why is it bad to let them suffer the pain they caused you, why is it known as bad. There souls are stained but so is mine with revenge and greed and jealousy. Jealous they have it all, while I rot inside. Everyone pushes me down and tells me what to do, now I have even a cat like boy standing over me, I've had enough of this, of this hurt and pain. I needed to fight, fight my enemies and the demons and the bullies, they all made my life a misery. 

What if Good was really evil, and evil was really good?

"Girl, I can still hear your thoughts, and honestly its getting on my last nerve." His voice sounded so irritated but the voice was irritating me. How dare he say this, how dare he be like this when he doesn't know me. Who gave him the right to think he could control me, as well as be a complete Jack ass. God I could kill him, but how is the question. Wait he is still listening in, well listen to this cat face. YOU ARE A PRICK GO BACK TO A HOLE WHERE YOU CAME FROM, GO BACK TO HELL! Anger boiled in me taking over my body, pumping my veins to the extreme limit as my heart quickened. I looked around the dark, dreary, cold room. I saw it a knife on the table, got to get that knife. 

Before I could arms wrapped around me, tightening me into a solid chest. I could tell it was the boy, who else could it be? As his arms wrapped around me my hope died, my emotions got the best of me. My heart was in int-icing pain breaking, breaking because it could not escape it was trapped here never to be free. It killed me inside, he could easily take away my happiness, he could easily cause me so much pain. The tears weld up stinging my eyes, causing a war to break free. As he pulled me away the tears fell onto the ground, so lightly so delicately. They were like dancers, they dance off the pain that haunts you inside right to your core. My vision blurred, my senses heated in sorrow and pain. Then,  anger boiled steaming hot in me, I was a killing machine when angry. I fought back to be set free. The grip were as hard and cold as chains, heavy metal chains holding me down. I fought, I just couldn't give up.

I will not give in to this, my heart may be weak but my mind is strong. I was a warrior in my head fighting for the right of freedom, a rebel, rebelling against being locked up. This boy was the one I was rebelling against, I needed to fight him and I couldn't give in. This time I couldn't let my tears weaken me and give in, this time I'll be bullet proof. I sang, I don't know why but singing motivates me. I started singing "Bullet Proof", it was making me stronger it was like my singing hurt the boys ears. He let go and backed away into the corner, he looked so vulnerable and weak. His eyes were shut tight and he covered his ears with his hands, he was hissing at me in pain. I smirked I walked over t the table and grabbed the knife. 

I don't know where or how I got this confidence, usually I was awfully shy for I couldn't speak. It was like this world was changing me, making me stronger and a fighter, I could feel it within me. I grabbed the knife walking over to him with the knife in my hands and a killer smile on my face. Ready to plunge or so he thought, as I walked over to his ear and whispered in his ear "This time Baby I'll be bullet proof". With that I pecked him on the check walked to the window turning around to face him one more time giving him a wink, just before I flipped back wards and landed perfectly onto the ground.

The look on his face before I left was horrified, it was fun scaring him. Then when I pecked him just for a second I saw lust in his eyes but scared. It was weird when I pecked him I got the adrenaline feeling and a shock of pleasuring soared through me sending me to relax. I did not think about it twice as I went into the dark, looming and dead forest surrounding the house. It was cold out, so cold it would cut you through. I decided to hide in the forest but follow the path to hopefully somewhere. If I could get back up that hole I could run back to find my friends.

I kept caution of my surrounding for my natural instincts sensed something off about this place, very off. It was like voices whispering to me tell me to go back and hide in that house. I could not listen to them, I had to keep trudging on. I tried to be quiet, as I took in my surroundings again. All around me the trees were black and there were roses all around, the colours of them were black ones and whited ones stained red with well I guess blood. I smelled in the air, the smell of blood was thick in the air. It sent my stomach twisting and turning in me, causing me to gag. I really did need to get out of here, where is my adrenaline rush when I need it? As I breathed in I heard rustling behind me, I could only assume it was the cat. I didn't look back but sprinted forward. My feet pounded as hard and as fast as they could in Doc Martins. I heard his laugh taunting and echoing in the forest. It pushed me forward, I just kept pushing myself to the absolute limit, then I saw it up a head people. I  slowed down and walked. Though the closer I got the more haunted I was, all the houses were old and creepy and people we not ordinary, they were dark and scary, it was like they were dead. Then guards came my way walking in my direction and I didn't know what to do.

My senses were frantic and all over the place, how could I think in this situation. The as quick as I blinked the cat was in front of me. He pushed me up against a tree and whispered in my ear "Play along and you'll be safe." I looked into his eyes they were worried and scared, even his voice cracked and shacked when he whispered. He was begging me with his eyes  before he leaned in and kissed me. My god was this kiss amazing, of course I had kissed before I was 17 years old. Just never like this, I didn't respond to him at first but the sparks entranced me into him. My arms wrapped around his neck and I never wanted this to stop, god he was so alluring but so scary. I got carried away in the kiss and I'm guessing so was he until we both pulled away for air. He looked around and turned back to me staring into my eyes.

If a person could tell your soul by looking into your eyes he could see my soul, my pure soul stained with him and his alluring Powers. Why was I feeling this way for a boy I tried to escape from. A boy who was playing with my head so much.

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