Disclamier: Do not own Teen Titans.
Memo: New Titan's story. I've created about two, or so, in the past that I started but never did finish, which resulted in them being deleted. But, I hope this one is different. I have high hopes of finishing it, and high hopes of getting fans for this story. I thank you in advance for reading. I'll much appreciate reviews, too. :]
Mental Illness
"Our sweet little treasure, dear." The woman cooed softly towards the little girl in her arms. "Alice, our Alice, my precious little Alice." She cooed again.
Her emerald eyes flickered from wall to wall. A distanced look in them as her lips quivered from a smile to a nasty frown.
"Alice, can you say mommy?" The woman asked her daughter for the third time that day. The little girl was now two years old, and had not spoken a single, solid word. "Come on. Say mommy." The woman face stretched as she smiled.
Alice pointed to a picture in the book she held. She moved her small, milky white index finger to the word 'Mom'. Alice held a tiny smile upon her lips.
"No Alice. No. I want you to say it." The woman exhaled and shook her head, picking up the little girl before going into another part of the house.
One hand aimlessly played about with the ends of her brown locks. Her other hand clenched and unclenched on the fabric she had to wear.
"How could you do this to me?" The woman had asked her husband. Pain and shock emitted in her tone.
"There's obviously no more chemistry between us! We're only still together because of her. If it wasn't for her, you know I wouldn't be here." The man spoke honestly. All the while he pointed at Alice, whom sat in the corner of the room, playing with a stuffed white rabbit she was given as an infant. "And so you're just going to throw it all away for some tramp you met at a bar?" The woman cried out. "You're just going to abandoned us?!"
"Don't you talk about her like that!" The man shouted back.
Alice looked up at that moment and realized it was going to be the last time she was ever going to see her parents together in the same room. Her face etched nothing, as her eyes told nothing but whispers of boredom. She brought her white rabbit up to her chest and pressed her lips together as her mother pulled her up from her arm and out the house.
A low, menacing growl sounded off from the back of her throat; which was decorated with faint, pale scars. Her body shook itself softly back and forth to the rhythm that began playing in her mind; a soft, haunting melody.
"Alice, come here. Come to mommy." The woman spoke out in a raspy voice.
Alice stood close to the wall, on the other side of the room. She watched her mother, but made no motion to agree or disagree to the command her mother just made. She had witnessed the changed her mother went through after that encounter with her father. What was once caring and loving turned into something torturous and haunting. Like wonderland with an evil Queen of Hearts.
"Alice. I said come to mommy." The woman repeated, her tone becoming harsh.
Again, Alice remained motionless. And still, at the ripe age of eight, she still hadn't uttered a word. Everyone who encountered her thought her as a mute.
"Alice! Come here now!" The woman, now impatient, walked up and grabbed her daughter by the arm, jerking her forward. "You know what happens when you don't listen to mummy." Her mother's once beautiful, elegant face was nothing but turmoil with the stench of alcohol radiating from her mouth.
Alice fought to get out of her grasp, but seemed too weak. A sort of panic soon engulfed her as she watched her mother grabbed the white rabbit and toss it in the fireplace. Sorrow, pain and anger roared loudly in Alice's eyes.
"Now come here you little brat; time to suffer the consequences." Her mother had jerked her to the kitchen and began to get the machete she would hit her with.
"No!" Alice spoke out clearly.
Her body had jerked from a sitting position to the now far end of the wall, away from the door. A pleased, disturbed look dominated her facial features. Her body became sort of hunched and her arms up a little, in the position as if to jump in front of a child and yell out 'boo'.
Alice stood against the wall of the kitchen with a blank expression as she watched her mother twitch violently on the tile floor. Gibberish overflowed her mouth as her eyes became wide open one second and hardly open the next. Neighbors had heard terrible screams and soon the result of her father in the other room talking with police.
"Alice…" Her father whispered out.
She turned her head slowly to look at him. She had done something. Done something bad. Her father beckoned her over and soon strangers began doing things to her. Tests. Questions. More tests. More questions. All the while, nothing poured out of her mouth. Quiet she remained.
"I'll miss you, Alice." Her father kissed her forehead and watched as they took her away.
Alice then screamed like she never had before. Her screamed filled with so much emotion. Anger. Rage. Sorrow. Hatred. Madness.