Alice's Secret (minecraft fan fiction)

Finding Myself Here

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Alice's Secret Chapter Two: Finding Myself Here

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Memories of the little "event" still haunted the young girl's dreams at night while she slept, hoping things would have turned out differently, but in reality... they didn't.

Eyes red, and puffy from tears, but emotionless and dead, they stared intently at the closed window of the oven's turned off heat.

Her knees ached from sitting there for so long, but all she could do was sit there and stare, stare at the burnt chocolate cake within it's containment; the chocolate cake her and her missing mother baked.

Reaching out as if her mother would reach back at her, Alice's shaking fingers laid upon the glass.

"Mommy." This was all she was able to whisper for the last two days, the day her mother was taken.

Nonfunctional and lifeless, Alice collapses onto her side, one arm over her head and the other laid at her side; her ivy locks spiraled behind her head.

She wasn't the type of person to surrender very easily, but that didn't mean she couldn't have a blank day and just not do anything but feel bad for herself.

Hearing the quiet screams of the wind and feeling the warm sunlight of the afternoon, somehow the child on the floor was mesmerized by sleep and fluttered her eyes to a close.

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Beaming rays of light in the morning sky gushed into the curtain less kitchen's windows and a child's pair of drowsy eyes shot open.

Restless, Alice supported her weight and lifted her upper body. She gazed around the room that felt unfamiliar but at the same time she knew it like the back of her hand.

The hard crusted, dark pastry still remained in the box sized heat producer. Thinking about what she should do, a muffled tap sounded from the window.

Looking halfhearted, she turned her attention toward the noise. Not expecting this, she discovered that a baby bird had stumbled upon her house. At first she didn't care much, but then she realized that the small creature had no mama like herself.

Pitying the poor thing, she stood on her feet, wobbling as she did, then made her way to the window and lifted up the glass pane.

Without wasting any time, the bird flew right in, landing where Alice had just been sitting moments ago, doing the exact same thing she did: staring timelessly at the oven.

In Alice's perspective it seemed pretty stupid, but she noticed it wasn't staring just for fun, it was hungry.

Fists clenched she wanted to shoo away the bird because never in a million years was she going to give up that precious piece of what reminded her of her mother.

But.... that didn't seem right.

Would she have wanted someone to do that to her if she were just that desperate? No, so why do that to the helpless bird?

Reluctantly, she yanked on the oven door, causing the bird to jump, and left it ajar. Making sure it wasn't a trap, the blue bird swiftly entered the container and flew right out, a small piece of bread in it's beak. Resting on the marble counter, the animal picked at the cake. Every few times it swallowed a fragment whole.

Nearby, the small child held back threatening tears, she couldn't look at the scene in front of her. A feeling of sadness swept over her, but she also felt over joyed for the act of kindness she just did.