I'm not really how sure I'm going to be able to update this very regularly but I had this idea and just had to write it. There's also probably going to be a tonne of mistakes because I'm writing it on my phone.
Alice hasn't had the easiest start in life. She's always been a loner and felt like she doesn't fit in because she was the product of rape. One day she finds a suicide note, undeniably written in her writing that was dated 3 days previously. Thinking it's some sort of sick joke, but then Robin, the daughter of one of her dad's friends, turns up on her doorstep and tells her that her life is in danger, her life is turned upside down. Will Robin be able to save Alice before it's too late?
Chapter 1
Alice's POV
I sigh as a flop down on my bed after another day of torture. I wish that I could just be normal. Why can't I just fit in with everyone else? No one has ever made me feel welcome, apart from Papa. But he died. They say it was a car accident. I don't believe them. It was too much of a coincidence. The day my mum got out of prison. It also happened to be my 16th birthday. The fact that I believe that my mum had something to do with my dad's death.
My mum had been in prison on several charges, including rape. That was how I was born. I was born in prison, my dad got custody though. Obviously. With a start to life like that though, could I have ever fitted in?
People always whisper about me in the street. Mad Alice they call me, when they think I'm not listening. Off in Wonderland they say. I'm not crazy though, I'm not. I just talk to myself sometimes which some people find...off putting. They look at me like I'm a freak. I'm only trying to collect my thoughts though. I have so many that I can't cram them into my tiny head.
The feeling of a knife twisting in my guys only worsens when I spot a piece of paper on my desk that I don't remember being there this morning. I knew it was going to be a bad day this morning, and just seeing the paper has only intensified. I have a lot of bad days. I just have a gut feeling that something is going to go wrong. I've never been wrong about it. The feeling in my stomach is really bad right now. And a buzzing noise has started up. I've only had the buzzing noise once before. The day my dad died.
I begged him not to go out. He was going out to buy me a chess set. It was my birthday present. I told him not to. I told him something bad would happen. And it did. He died and a part of me along with him.
The buzzing's only gets louder as I pick up the paper. The first thing I notice is that it is my handwriting. The second is that it isn't written in ink, but in blood.
I'm sorry, but I can't go on like this. I've tried to live with it. The silence. The deafening silence that surrounds me. Only one thing can stop it. Death. I have to die. I'm sorry.
It's then that I notice that it was dated three days ago...