Living Broken Girl
By: GothicLolita009, aka Haley Macrae
Rating: PG
Synopsis: AU, set up about 12 years after the events of DH. During a brief break in the school year, Severus Snape and his wife take in a child of fifteen who is filled with secrets. Also set at the end of events of a little read called, 'Living Dead Girl,' by Elizabeth Scott. This plot bunny wouldn't leave me alone after I read the book, so here goes. WARNING: There is some suggested abuse. If you don't like this please stop reading now.
Disclaimer: All characters, places, etc. belong to Warner Brothers, J.K. Rowling, Elizabeth Scott, and whoever else. They are all being used without permission and without intent to copyright. Please don't sue me! A special thanks to my beta, and best friend, MadameSnapeRhapsody.
A/N: Hello again to my readers! I am really sorry to keep you guys waiting so long for something new from me! m-_-m (bow). Please enjoy this little piece while Black Butler, Dark Wizard takes an hiatus.
Prologue: Just Alice
I have been called Alice for as long as I can remember. I was reborn as her that night Ray took me and showed me what he liked and didn't like, and that he would punish me if I wasn't good.
I tried counting off the days in my head at first, but I ended up losing count.
Then Ray asked me to find him another.
She would become the new me. The new Alice.
I found her, but she had a brother and there were cops and that would make things hard. Ray wanted things to be quiet when he took her.
The day before we were going to take her, she came into the park.
I was not supposed to be noticed, but she seemed to notice me right away after I left the car that Jake came to get his little sister in; the new me that Ray had named Annabel.
The woman was small, with a face that looked way more innocent than mine, and yet somehow she seemed older, so much older than me.
I could see she had known a lot of pain, too.
Her clothes were a little strange; puffy-sleeved poet shirt, a Victorian corset and simple blue jeans. She looked over at me, smiled, and waved to me.
I found myself waving back. My feet are headed toward her, even though I know I need to catch the bus and Ray will be angry if he finds out I was talking to someone he doesn't know.
"Hello," she says, going into a bag I didn't see at first. She pulls out something wrapped in wax paper, and my mouth waters at the sight.
It's a sandwich.
"You look hungry," she says with that same warm smile and knowing eyes that are like the sea, "would you like this? I really can't eat all this food I packed on my own."
Her voice is warm and musical, and I imagine she would be a good singer on the choir at church. She is holding out the sandwich to me now, and I reach out warily, but when she doesn't pull it away I take it and unwrap it, scarfing it down.
"Thank you," I mumble.
"Do you live around here? Do you have a home?" she asks, eying me curiously, like she wants me to open to her and tell her everything that's happened to me.
And I want to. The part of me that doesn't matter if I live or if I die comes out, wanting to throw myself at her mercy and tell her everything that has happened to me.
But then I remember 623 Daisy Lane, and what will happen to everyone there if I'm not good like Ray says to be. I look at the ground, shaking my head.
A deep voice then calls, "Mika, what are you doing? Reconnoitering with the wastrels again? Honestly, all the meek of the Earth are your responsibility."
My head snaps up to see the man who has spoken. He is tall, much taller than she, and doesn't look at all friendly with his black hair that looks like mine after about three days. His eyes are like onyx, cold and uninviting, and he looks at me like I was bad, like I did something wrong.
I start to shuffle away while I hear her saying, "Severus, really—you don't know that little girl's story anymore than me."
Little Girl.
I was a little girl. Once.
Now I am just Alice.