Truth

Alice Bright had never been a particularly peculiar or special girl, although she wasn't exactly normal either. She lived alone with her mother for several years after her father and older sister died, ever since their gruesome deaths, Alice has been plagued with nightmarish thoughts and dreams. They all center around the same brown eyed boy with the swirling red dragon tattoo around his neck. The dreams usually consist of the boy being beaten or in some cases killed. Alice knew she had never seen the handsome face, so often scrunched in pain before. Though whenever she thought about it a quiet memory made itself known again. A young boy, no more than the tender age of nine looked down upon her. She was covered with bricks and wooden posts. If the memory served to be true Alice was six at the time, and dying.

A/N: Story is not suitable for younger or sensitive readers. All characters and situations have all come from imagination and any resemblance to real events are coincidental.