Little Black Butterfly

by NarikoKaori

Alice came to life hoping to be happy and expereiece something worthwhile, what she didn't expect was to grow up in some sick fantasy that her mother wanted her to face. One day something eventful happened to her and she begin a new life that will bring her down a long road, whether it's fortunate or very far fetched unfortunate. But there's something off about little Alice.

1. Prelude

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Prelude.

The midnight hour struck as the thunder rose above blazing the two-story home in lustrous illumining light. Rain pours down to the city around. Many people outside that are awake watch the wondrous show.
Inside the lovely Italianate house holds a girl that's being beat by her drunk mother. The father ignorant to the world sits outside with whiskey in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
The girl crying out in sorrow with painted tears, her eyes colored ember red. The mother backhand the daughter roughly, another blow to her skull and arm. The mother gleams in excitement as she places her sadistic wish to harm her own flesh and blood. The girl, little Alice, huddles in fetal position scared for life.
The dark matted hair of her stare up at her mother fearfully, begging her mother to stop.
"P-please, mommy s-stop!" she cries out. Her mother stares down at her in sick humor, "This is to teach you to never be late again!" she shouts hitting her in the shoulder with a tight fist.
"B-but mommy-I-I-" she screams again as her mother grips her child's chin tightly, "No buts! This is your punishment!" she says grinning wickedly.
Mother Trishanna Marie grabs her child's wrist causing the little seven-year old to squirm from the iron grip. The mother cackle as she throws the child in a barred window room, namely the iron room. Alice collides with the floor, biting down on her lip splitting it.
"See you in the morning, sweete!"She laughs darkly, slamming the door and locks it. The tears fell continuously from her swollen red eyes.
Little Alice Gabriella Samarah climbs in her small bed, pulling the blankets over her small wounded figure. She looks out the window lost, her glowing eyes reflecting back. She succumbs to sleep with one last whisper, "Why mommy, why?"
The dreams were empty, like all nights her mother in a drunken rage. The child's own question wonders in her mind, "Why does mommy beat me every time she drinks that icky smelly stuff? It scares me how she gets so mean to me, hurts me...L-like I'm a monster from the storybooks..Daddy reads to me w-when mommy isn't home and he isn't forced to drink..Daddy tells me Mommy loves me but she can't help hurting me...he wants to leave mommy, taking me with but...why hasn't he yet?"