Betrayal Is Pain
Alice's P.O.V.
I cried into my lavender dress sadly, assuring that I poured my heart out in my tears. Then, at least the horrible ache in my chest would go away. How could they do this to me? I thought to myself, I'm there daughter.
Part of me believed that they never really loved me but the memory of the way my mother looked at me with such joy, and how she never looked at anyone else the same way. And the proud look of my father looking at me. This told me otherwise.
But why else would they do it? Did they enjoy my misery? Surely not! The thought was barbaric! No, my parents loved me, of that I was certain. But then what could it be? Were my visions really enough to want me gone?
With a sad heart, I picked my fragile body off the forest floor. I was going to have to survive the night in a deep part of the woods and I would have to use every ounce of knowledge that my tutor had given me about the wild. Though it didn't amount to much I was fairly certain that I could make it.
I was extremely grateful that I was graceful on land; otherwise I would have a face full of soil by now. Though I had never had that happen to me before, I had reason to believe that it was not at all pleasant.
Make camp close to the water, but no too close. All different kinds of animals will be near the water. My tutor's voice rang in my ears.
As a child, I was always very curious. So you can imagine all the questions I had for my tutor when I heard that he had been to a variety of different places and survived out in the wild. I'm sure that even the most mannered child would have been fascinated and starry eyed with all the stories he could tell.
Eventually, I realized that my lavender dress was only getting in the way of my progress and was forced to take it off, leaving me in only my under where. It sounds insane but I could have sworn that I saw a provocative squirrel staring at me. When I finally found a creek I searched for any sign of life. I was supposed to look for a small lobster species known as a crawl-dad. This would tell me if the water was clean or not.
Reluctantly, I stepped into the cold stream and began flipping over rocks. It didn't take me long to find one of the ugly creatures. It was roughly the size of my pinky finger and stared at me with beauty little eyes. Grimacing, I turned the rock back over and stepped out of the creek.
I had no idea what I was supposed to do to make camp but I figured that if I put some sticks and formed a pyramid then I could put my useless lavender dress over top of it. It was a possibility.
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As night fell, it began to dawn on me that I would have to go have to go back to civilization sooner or later; actually, sooner rather than later. Where would I live? Where would I go? What would I do to support myself? All of these questions made dying in the wild all the more enticing to me. Any death out here could be far more acceptable than living in a mental hospital eating stale bread and water for the rest of your life.
With all the thoughts in my mind, even forgetting the annoyingly pointy stick that was scratching my back, I fell into pleasant dreams of the honey blonde man that had been enticing my dreams for the past few months.
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I stretched one thin arm towards the boy with honey blonde hair. His face remained a mystery to me still, even after all these months. He was much taller than I, but I still fit into his arms like a puzzle piece.
"I love you Alice," I relished in the thought that he did, in fact love me not even stopping to think why he was referring to me now as Alice an not Mary.
"I love you too," I sighed contently.
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I sighed gustily as I woke up, "Damn taunting dreams."
Part of me wanted to believe that I was having visions in my dreams like I did when something really important was going to happen. But that was the thing about those visions; I could not decipher them from dreams. I had no way of knowing if they were just fantasies or soon to be realities. There was simply no way of telling.
Reluctantly, I opened my eyes to reveal my dress and sticks hanging over my head. My throat burned for water but even my survival skills could be overwritten by the fact that I was not going to be drinking out of a creek. There was no way!
Lazily, I pulled my thin farm up off the cold ground, shivering. I slipped my dress/shelter back on and head the way that I thought was town. Not that I was really sure where I was, but I had always had a good sense of direction.
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I looked at myself in a broken mirror that I had found lying in an ally. The best way for them not to find me was to look like I belonged, I decided. In order to look the part of someone they were not looking for, I had no other choice but to cut my hair. Even if I put it up in a bonnet, or even a cap, there was still a noticeable bulge.
A single tear grazed my cheek when I cut my pride and joy. It seems with doing that; I had lost a part of me. Mary was now gone and the girl staring at me now in the mirror was Alice. My hair wasn't dreadful, though it wasn't stylish either. I had done a fine job considering it had been done with a shard of glass. Still, it wasn't the same.
Though I had lost most of my hair, the locks that were now framing my face, accented my high cheek bones. Elfish was the only way to describe it. I whipped away the tear that had slipped from my eye and found myself smiling in the mirror. There was always a silver lining and I had found it. This was an adventure.
(A/N: Thanks so much for reading! I know that these chapters have been really short but I'll try to make them longer as the story goes on. That will be my new goal! PLEASE REVIEW!!!)