Half got left behind

New house

Alice letters. Odd name huh? It reminds her of Alice Madness so she likes her name.

And her house. Well, her new one. It was in a quite neighbor hood. She heard somewhere something happened here, which made her love the new place even more.

Alice tended to like creepy things and stuff. She was a tomboy for sure, but not really goth.

There she stood. In her large (to large but she doesn't care) Tim button shirt and grey sweat pants, her blonde hair being thrown around by the wind, she stood with her arms extended and a beam on her face, looking at the house.

"Hello fancy!" She called out to it. Her mother, who was carrying boxes inside laughed at her remark, and went inside with the box she had labeled; dishes.

It was cold outside, fall had come in and school started in a few days. She had a new school and everything.

Big change.

Alice was 15 and 3 quarters years old. She had blonde hair that was swispy and soft, pale skin, blue eyes with gold specks, and a small turn up nose.

Many people told her she was beautiful but she seemed to refuse to agree. She never once had looked in a mirror and gone, "I'm kinda pretty."

She has always looked and gone, "oh look its me."

Breaking her from her thoughts, Alice's little sister, Lucy, went speeding past her. "Last one in is a pooper scooper!"

She walked into the house and looked around. There was some furniture that did not belong to them in some rooms.

"Uh, mom why is there chairs and stuff here? They aren't ours." She looked at the coffee table before her as if it was something gross.

"Oh, haha, Long story short," her mom walked over dusting her hands off, "some of the stuff that belonged to the past owners of this house was not bought by anyone, and we get it with the house! How cool is that?"

"Thats... pretty cool." Alice nodded. Then the nodding ceased and she beamed.

"Is there a bed i can have that they left?!"

(You see, a month ago, alice was looking at the new chainsaw her father bought. She was showing off to Her friends that she could sneak stuff like chainsaws into her room and not be caught.

While doing this her mother left for the store. So, one of her friends dared her to start the chainsaw.

So she gave a grin and pulled the cord over and over till the roar of the chainsaw settled and its blades were spinning violently.

She smiled and laughed but forgot it was heavy and tipped over, dropping it on her bed.

It sawed up all her sheets and pillows cause it seemed to have a little seizure after she dropped it. It flipped around and sent feathers everywhere while sawing through her bed. Finally she caught it, somehow, and turned it off.

Her bed had been torn to shreds.

So for now she slept on a air mattress, which she hated.)

Her moms lips curled into a smile.

"Well I was going to sell it buuut......" Alice grinned and hugged her mom.

"Oh thank you mom thank you! Does it have sheets and everything?"

"Yup! Come see!" Her mother turned to the stairs and pattered up them, alice soon after.

The bed was a one person but it was big and looked comfy. It had a thick dark blue comforter and grey sheets, and a grey pillow case.

"Oh mom its awesome!" Alice went over and put her hand on it and pushed down. It was springy and comfy feeling. She loved it.

"So we can get new sheets and stuff later if you want cause-"

"No, no, mom. It's ok. I like these!" She looked down at the bed again. She for sure liked these ones. Not to crazy goth but not girly at all. It must have been a boys bed. That thought was kinda weird but she tried to imagine it was a little innocent 7 year old. That wouldn't be.....creepy.

"You sure honey? It's not going to be a problem to me if you want new ones."

"No really mom its ok." Alice sat down on the bed.

"Ok. And the second the washing machines are hooked in we are washing those sheets. A boy slept in that bed."

Alice shifted. "How old was he?"

"Uh, 13, 14, i dunno for sure."

Alice looked at the bed again. "Ok."

When her mom left alice flopped back on the bed. She stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. This room would look great with some grey paint. Maybe I'll buy new headphones. She turned onto her side and curled her hands up to her chest, closing her eyes with a smile.

She was gonna like it here. She could feel it. Her hand shifted to the side and went over something rough. She opened her eyes and scanned where her hand was and found something dry. It was brown now but she could tell it wasn't brown at one point.

She looked closer and gasped, jumping up from the bed.

Dried blood.