What Would We Do-Chapter 1
Summary: When nightmares override Alice's nights, she realizes that something is wrong with her. A modern take on how Alice got her precognition.
Drabbles! Enjoy! Dedicated to my sister, Hayley. You are my inspiration!
"I know you're here."
I shot around to face my worst nightmare.
"Did you really think I would change my mind?" The enemy slinked toward me. I pushed my back firmly against the wall behind me.
Pain prickled up my arm, and I looked down just in time to see my fingernail hit the floor. I wiped my bloody thumb off, crushing my body back as far as I could.
But he kept coming. He was a few feet away from me now, but what could I do? Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. I probably wouldn't even get to the door before...
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I sat up.
Mr. Banner was still teaching. I sighed, and started to open my notebook, but my thumb caught my attention.
The nail had been torn clean off.
Biting my lip, I inspected the throbbing skin before dropping my arm to the side.
A few minutes later in not succeeding in paying the slightest bit of attention to the science lesson, I peered down at my "notes."
Most of the pages were filled with mindless doodles-hearts, clouds, names, different words in bubble letters, you name it.
As I started a new private masterpiece, I thought about the man in my nightmares. He had appeared in the same one of them in the past few months, but it seemed as if I never got a very good look at him.
But I knew it was the same person.
I put an oversized nose and matching ears on my smiley-face just as the bell rang, signaling the end of eighth hour.
I slowly packed my things as everyone else scrambled for the door, carefully minding my inflamed thumb.
Most everyone was gone by the time I left the classroom, except for a tall, blonde, lean guy talking in a hushed tone with Mr. Banner. Nice.
I wedged myself out the front doors between a crowd of students. Beginning my walk home, I kicked a piece of gravel-small, gray, oddly-shaped.
I could relate to that little chuck of rock, because those characteristics described me, too.
I had no friends, and being branded a freak at a new school didn't really help that factor.
My mom was never home. She didn't care about me-I knew that she thought of me as a burden. A mistake. An item of her college days. And that was fine with me.
I felt a tear slip down my cheek and quickly wiped it away.
A few more months until my eighteenth birthday, and I would be gone anyway.
Sad, I know. I started this after I finished my math test, so it's kinda choppy in the beginning, cuz the math terms were still screwing around with my nerves. I got an A on the test, so I hope I got an A on this, too!
HanAlice