Unhinged

Disturbed

I thought maybe, so you guys could get to know me better, I would go through my daily routine, so you can get a feel, for being me.

I wake up, before school, after another horrible nightmare, and then go take a shower. After that, I blow dry then straighten my hair, put on makeup, and then put on my favorite bracelet. It's a leather bracelet, with my nickname on it, Alice in Wonderland. Grayson had gotten it for me, for my 14th birthday. He has one just like it, but his says, The Mad Hatter, on it.

After that, I walk downstairs, to see my mom drinking tea, and my brother sitting on the couch, watching Pokemon. My dad is already at work. I walk to the fridge, and grab an apple. I cut it up, shove it into my mouth, and put everything I need into my backpack. After I've done that, I put on my favorite black combat boots, and run to catch the bus.

I always sit alone on the bus. Some people are packed, 3 to a seat, but they don't care, as long as they don't have to sit with the monster.

That's what they call me. Monster.

When we pull up my school, Daedalus High School, I run, first off the bus.
My first class is Spanish, so I head straight there, keeping my head down, not making eye contact with anyone. I get to my classroom, sit down, and keep quiet, unless the teacher asks me a question. The thing is, whenever I answer a question, I get a snarky remark, from one of the other students.

"Are you sure you should ask the crazy girl? She's probably wrong."

"Maybe if she gets mad at us, she'll pull out that knife she has in her backpack, and kill us all. "

"14 year old mass murderer kills students at DHS."

I sit, silently, trying not to let them get to me.

Next, I would go to PE, where I was made fun of. It was required that we had to wear shorts. My legs had so many bruises from me tossing and turning harshly in my sleep. I was again made fun of.

"Look at Alice. She should just die her hair black, and turn emo."

"She creeps me out."

At that time, it's lunch, and I meet Grayson at our lunch table, in the left corner of the cafeteria. We sit alone and talk.

"People told me I should die my hair, and become emo," I would tell him.

"Don't do that. Your long blonde hair is perfect just the way it is. They just don't understand what you're going through."

After lunch, I attempt to walk to my history class, which is the one class I actually enjoy. Mrs. Mitchell, the teacher, is the only teacher I have, that accepts me. I'm actually pretty smart. I get straight A's, but because people always make fun of me, nobody knows who I actually am. Mrs, Mitchell always stands up for me, so I rarely get bullied in that class. Thank goodness. After that class, I sit alone again, on the bus, on my way back home.

At home, I always drag my backpack upstairs, and set it on my desk. I put on my brand new Panic! At The Disco cd, and turned it up, full volume. I listen to Always on replay, and think of Grayson.

Then I pull out my favorite book, The Book Thief, and read through my favorite part.

"I am haunted by humans."

I then normally, walk downstairs, to the basement, and run for about a half an hour, on the treadmill, all the while, watching Adventure Time.

Then, I go back upstairs, finish any homework I had gotten, read, then fall asleep.

When I fall asleep, I have my nightmares.

Being locked in a room with spiders.

Running away from monsters with the pretty girl, and attractive boy.

Getting trapped in an attic, with zombies breaking through the floor.

Falling in love.

Yeah, you heard me. Falling in love. It was the scariest dream I've ever had. It went something like this:

I woke up one morning, seeing a boy laying next to me. His brown hair, covered his face. He smelled of laundry detergent, and rasberry shampoo. He rolled over, and looked at me. His brown eyes, found their way to my blue ones. He smiled at me, then wrapped his arms around me. I snuggled in close, and he pulled me even closer. I felt his strong arms, hold me, and I knew I was in love.

He let go, and got out of bed. He pulled my blankets off of me, picked me up, bridal style, and carried me downstairs. He set me down on the couch, then walked into the kitchen. I turned on tv, and about 15 minutes later, I smelled bacon. I got up, off the couch, and walked to meet him in the kitchen. He stopped whisking, what looked like pancake batter, and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he wrapped his arms around my waist. I closed my eyes for about 30 seconds, and when I opened my eyes, the boy was gone. I yelled out his name, Tristan, but he was nowhere to be seen. I ran back upstairs, to see what I wish I hadn't. There was Tristan, standing in the bathroom, staring at himself, but it didn't look like him. His eyes were glazed over, and he was slouched, leaning over the sink. A drop of blood, fell from his mouth. He saw my reflection, and turned around. He was holding a butcher knife, which he was just using to cut bacon. Tristan then lunged towards me. I jumped backwards, tripping over my own feet. He then kneeled next to me, about to stab me, when I called out his name.

"Tristan! Tristan please! It's Alice! Tristan please! I love you. It's Alice. Don't hurt me. Please. I love yo..."

He ignored my cries, and brought the blade down, to my heart.

Then I woke up...

The boy Tristan was the same boy, in my very first nightmare, and he is a reoccurring character in them. I have this odd feeling, in my stomach, that there's something about that boy, that I need to keep my eyes on. He's dangerous, and I know it.