Betrayal Is Pain
Alice's P.O.V.
It was a Monday morning and I could not wait to get downstairs. My parents said that they had a surprise for me and I was not about to miss it. They have been so understanding sense I told them about the visions I have had sense I was a young girl. Somehow, I can see the future in my dreams. Last night I had the most amazing vision…
There was a knock at my door. "Miss. Mary Alice, are you proper?" out maid, Mrs. Willow's kindly voice made its way from the hallway to me
"Not quit," I answered, pulling out a corset and a lavender dress. I laced the corset and threw on the beautiful purple dress and quickly ran a brush through my shiny black hair. It was down to my waist and I was very proud of it.
I did my best not to skip downstairs, I was so excited. So, I focused on each one, careful not to trip. When I finally got downstairs I saw my parents standing next to each other.
My mother was very petite, as was I, but she had long red hair that went half way down her leg. Despite its beauty, she normally kept it up in a bun and rarely let it hang down. She was pale and beautiful, with very slight freckles covering her always rosy cheeks. Her wide eyes were bright green and went well with her hair. Many said I looked just like her (minus the freckles and eye color) in the face, a fact that I was very proud of.
Father, however, had ink black hair that shone, just like mine. He had not a single freckle and bright blue eyes. I had the large shape of my mother's eyes with all the bright color of my father's. It really was a win, win. I was considered a beauty and new for a fact that many of the men in the town intended on marrying me. I was quit a picking.
As I got closer I noticed that my Mum's eyes were glassy with tears and my Dad's face was set to his business look. There was something wrong here; I simply had to find out what it was.
It did not take me long, I'm pretty positive it was the two men in suits and handcuffs that gave it away but it was then that I knew. They had called the insane asylum to take me away. My own parents thought I was crazy.
I took one teary eyed look at them and shot out the door. I ran down the streets; I knew there was a patch of woods close by that I could hide in, I was sure that the woodland animals would not mind another visitor and if they did at least death would be better than going to the asylum. I know that I would rather die.