This is completely different from my usual type of fanfic, but i'm trying something new. Some of it is loosely based on the song 'All She Wrote' by Ross Copperman, but most of it is all my own. All human.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own twilight or it's characters, and i do not own the song 'All She Wrote' - no copyright intended :)
Step One ~ Monday
Alice POV
I picked up my school bag and made my way out of the front door of my cold house into the slightly colder outdoors. I was already late, but i didn't bother rushing. None of my teachers would care. If they noticed.
I slipped into the classroom twenty minutes late and Mr Jordan carried on teaching his History class without looking up as i slid silently into a seat in the back corner. I brought out my notepad and began to scribble in it, paying no attention to the lesson being taught around me. When the bell rang to signal the end of the lesson, i looked down at what I'd been drawing almost unconsiously for the past fourty minutes. A small huddled figure sat in the middle of the page, surrounded by black shapes; Arrows pointing at the figure, zig-zags and jagged angles, scribbles and messy doodles. The black shapes seemed to be closing in around the figure - they were closer than the last time I'd drawn this particular scene, although that hadn't been for a few weeks now.
I quickly closed the notebook and shoved it deep into my bag. I didn't like the places my mind wandered to when i mentally switched off. I didn't plan my drawings, they just happened, whilst i stared off into space. They were never nice drawings, and i didn't dare flip back through my notebooks to look at some of the horrible things i had absentmindedly drawn over the past few years.
I only got knocked in the corridors twice on the way to my next class, which shone a glimmer of hope on my otherwise crap looking day. At least people weren't walking through me today, as if i didn't exist - they just didn't care if they walked into me. As i settled down in my usual seat - back right corner - Stacey Appleberry glided into the room. With a name like Stacey Appleberry, you just know she's going to be a completely fake, peroxide blonde popular girl. You wouldn't be wrong.
Her girlish giggles filled the classroom and echoed eerily around my mind as she tried to attract the attention of every boy in the room by covering her lips with bubblegum-pink lip gloss. Her second-in-command-slash-best-friend Chelsea was perched on the desk beside her, tossing her chesnut curls out of the way so that her cleavage was in full view. They disgusted me, and yet i couldn't help being desperately helplessly jealous of them. They were pretty, they were popular, they were noticed. Okay, they were stupid, but so was i.
I had been cursed with having Stacey in nine of my classes this year, and Chelsea in seven. In six of those classes, the insufferable pair were together, and it killed me. I closed my eyes and shut off my mind in an attempt to drown out the endless noise and just...everyone. I wanted to be alone, not stuck in a room full of these people.
When i opened my eyes, the lesson had started. I looked down at my hands, and where my fingernails had been digging into my palms there were little red cresent shapes. I rubbed them, willing them to go away, but they didn't. It was okay though, they would fade in a little while.
I suffered through the rest of the day, as i did every day, and trailed home using all my energy not to drag my bag along the ground behind me. I let myself into the house and shut the door against the cold November air. I was all alone in the house, so i shut myself in the lounge and turned on the mini heater. It took a while to warm up, and only increased the room temperature by a few degrees, but it was the only kind of heat we had, since we stopped paying the heating bills.
I led down on the hard wooden boards of the floor, kicking off my shoes and staring up at the peeling white-ish-gray ceiling. I closed my eyes, and when i opened them again it was dark. I sat up wearily, and glanced out the window. It was past midnight, and no one else was home yet. That probably meant i was alone for the night. I considered going to my bedroom, but the tiny heater had only warmed the lounge, so i grabbed my blankets and settled down on the couch.
I wanted the sleep to envelop me, to take me in and take over all my thoughts. That way i didn't have to really think about anything. At the same time i dreaded sleep. If i slept, it meant i would wake up and would have to start again tomorrow. The mental battle went on in my head until my body took over and i drifted off to sleep.
Heyy, so i hope you like it. What do you think of Alice's character? I wasn't too sure, but i thought i would give it a try and go all out there! Please review to tell me what you think!
Sorry it was such a short chapter, the later chapters will get longer and more will happen in them - this is just so you can get a feel of Alice and the setting and stuff.
Just a warning, this story will probably get pretty depressing so if you're looking for a happy story, you're not really in the right place. Will it have a happy ending? Truthfully...i haven't decided yet, could go either way.
Next update will be soon, see you then.
~Kat
