I Do Not own Yu Yu Hakusho or any of it's characters
She loved to smile, but had to give it up. Secrets, were not allowed to leave their possessors. Each wire connecting her lips, symbolized something that she was not meant to hear. Each knot, something she was not meant to say. After she healed, she would never speak again. But punishment, was the consequence of understanding.
Slowly, I rose from a sitting position on my apartment floor. My knees creaked, and my arms felt weak. My footsteps I swore echoed those of a mouse.
Sneaking through the emptiness in which I resided, I danced. I couldn't sing, couldn't smile. I just spun in circles, letting the dizzy-high overcome me. The floor was but an illusion and as the walls meshed into one, never-ending sky. At this point, I was free. Dancing for my past, and for my illusive future, I was free.
Then, a knock.
"Alice, you have to open the door," a voice called into my fantasy. I stared, aloof, at the door. It was large, and wooden, a barrier between me and the voice that called me forth. I slipped up to it, and looked through the view hole. A man stood outside, his long black hair falling in waves against his back. I tucked my scarf behind my ears, covering my unloosening mouth, and allowed the man to enter my home.
He pushed the door open forcefully, and pulled out a bag from under his jacket.
"Here," he said, thrusting the bag at me. "Your vitamins."
I opened the bag and pulled out the syringe that served as my food supply. I growled as I pushed it into my stomach.
"Hmmmm," I hummed beyond my caged mouth. The man nodded.
"I know it hurts, my sister," The man, my brother, whispered. He stroked the back of my head, turning my hair in between his fingers. "But, we all know what has to happen, couldn't risk you snitching."
I wanted to scream at him, tell him that a seventeen year old never deserved such a tragic happening, but obviously, I couldn't.
"if you had told anyone, my dear Alice, then we would've had to take more drastic actions. I do apologize," He said these words in different context oh so often. They had taken a teenager's ability to speak! How was this in anyway justified? I know that it had been two years, but at nineteen, nobody wished to talk to the girl that never uncovered her mouth.
Nobody wanted to talk to me.
"Well, dear," my brother, who I cannot say his name, whispered. "I must be going. Have an awesome day, I will return next week." I shook away from his embrace as he slipped out the door, and slammed it behind him. The quiet returned. How long, would this situation remain?
Review! Alice is five foot four, red hair, straight and soft, with blue eyes. She is plain, except with the scarf and the wired mouth.
~May
