Avice Hook

Chapter 3

I look at the door that leads to freedom. I have been here for months and months. Gold appears at the top of the long creaky wooden staircase. He’s holding todays meal, I scramble to my feet and walk up to the end of the staircase. He comes down and smiles,

“Here is your food dearie.” He sneers handing me the tray with some kind of goop and water, I look at it and then him,

“I hate you. When I get my heart back I will murder Belle. I’ll leave you to live though, so you can know what it’s like to live separated from the one you love.” I hiss, he reaches out and slaps me sending me to the floor,

“That was a warning, don’t you ever threaten Belle again.” He says holding his cane above me,

“Why? Are you afraid that I would do it?” I ask cocking an eyebrow, the cane whips down on me and I scream,

“Want to threaten me again?” He challenges me,

“Oh I would love too, but I don’t fancy being beaten.” I say standing up, I look at him and wipe my nose against my sleeve, blood staining my dirty white shirt,

“Good.” Gold says leaning on his cane, “Then I suspect that you won’t.” He starts up the stairs,

“Hey!” I scream Gold turning around, “When are you going to do something with me?” I ask,

“I mean, you just going keep me here. What kind of punishment is that? I mean honestly, I had way better things in mind for you.” I laugh, Gold just turns around and walks through the door.

I look at the bowl that held my lunch, the goop is spread across the floor and the water spilled. I sigh and move my hand over the ground creating a chair to sit on. I lean my head on my hand, if anything I’m bored out of my brain. I start to talk to myself, I have done this a lot recently. An idea sparks up in my mind. I move my hands and a purplish dagger appears. I grab the handle and raise it above my heart. I bring it down swiftly and it pierces my skin. I feel the life drain from me and smile, finally release.

I open my eyes and I’m laying in the basement, Gold hovering over me. I sit up and shake my head and look at him,

“Where am I?” I ask looking up at him confused,

“Do you think that I would let you go that easily Avice?” He asks,

“Who is Avice?” I say scooting away from him, “What-what’s happening?!?”

“No, no!” He screams standing up, “This isn’t how it was suppose to happen! You were supposed to be Avice!”

“Please let me go back home!” I scream tears flowing down my cheeks,

“Why don’t you come upstairs.” He says helping me up the stairs, I see a beating heart on the counter, he puts a wash cloth over it,