Alice
I stuck my head out the window. The wind drifted my hair as we sped down the freeway, the blue strands poking at my eyes. I carefully looked up at the blinding lights, New York City. I smiled; this was the last time I ever planned on seeing it. Now for a very long road trip all the way to Seattle. "Hey mom, have lighter on you?" my voice came out nothing, but a hollowed rasp.
"I don't want you smoking around Jane," I looked at my little sister by six years and quickly brushed away a strand of her long chestnut hair away for her face. I turned up the volume on my iPod drowning out all of the world's horrid sounds.
I breathe you in with smoke in the backyard lights;
we used to laugh until we choked into the wasted nights.
It was the best time of my life, but now I sleep alone,
so darling, don't, don't wake me up, 'cause my thrill is gone…
Around five days later we arrived in Seattle in front of our old house before we went away to New York for two years. I stepped out of the car. Anciens et ulgy comme nous l'avons laissé. Speaking French, one of my many natural talents just like shoplifting or breaking in somewhere. I exhaled a cloud of breathe slowly fading, taking its sweet time. I stared at my hands flexing them; the cold weather had frozen them numb. I probably should have dressed in more layers. I opened the house door; it creaked from years of not being used. I looked room to room noting that every piece of furniture had white cover over them. I stopped at my door slowly turning the knob. I quickly noticed the difference between this room and the last few; it was clean no dust was covering anything as if somebody has been living here for two years. I crept to the side of the bed and smelled the sheet; it smelled like fucking flowers. Something on the bed caught my attention, a golden locket and a piece of paper; Dear Alice, Please do not go around dropping your belongings it would be quite a pity if they were not returned to their rightful owner.
Sincerely, Hatter
"Hatter? Who is Hatter?" That name sounded too familiar.
