Wellllll. . . . .yeah :) This story is drawing to a close. . . . .I think I'm going to start another fanfic with the same characters, but there's going to be a completely different ending. Thank you all for making this worth writing :D Only a few more chapters :')

Happy Readin!

Kylie

Alice's POV

I felt like a perpetrator in a bad motion picture. Here I was, squatting next to my sister, outside my mother's house. What the hell? You know, what ever. In the long run, it would help us.

We were looking in the window, waiting to catch Tarrance in the act. Then we'd call the police. Unfortunately, no one came around. At about 3 pm, we heard a bloodcurdling scream coming from our mother's bedroom. Then it went completely silent. We sprinted around the house, stumbling on our dresses.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

Margaret couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Tarrance was doing what we couldn't believe.

Mother was his victim.

I watched as my mother wrapped her hands around the knife wound in her neck. Margaret and I didn't move a centimeter. We remembered what Mother told us when Father died. When it was her 'time', she wanted to die. Kind of like a DNR. Do Not Resuscitate.

I took Margaret's hand for support as we watched our mother die in front of us. I would not wish that experience unto my worst enemy. When she finally stopped breathing, we looked at each other and let out the breath that we didn't know we were holding. Then we stood up and ran away to her house.

Margaret's POV(Lyrics are written in italics and underlined.Song is called 'What hurts the Most" by Rascal Flatts)

"You're lying. You're lying! I hate you!"

I hate you. Those were the last words I'd told my mother. Now, sitting in my house next to Alice, sobbing, I was repeatedly whispering I love you, I love you, I love you. . .

"We need to stop crying. This isn't doing us any good, is it?" I knew she was right, but all this time I was remembering a song that was a perfect description of my feelings.

What hurts the most, was being so close and having so much to say and watching you 'walk' away. And never knowing what could've been. Not seeing that love in you os what I was trying to do.

I wanted to tell her so much, but it was too late for that now. I couldn't tell her anything. Words meant nothing.

It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go, but I'm doing it. It's hard to force a smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone.

At some point, I'd see them. . .and have to break the news.

Still harder getting up, getting dressed, living with this regret but I know, if I could do it over I would trade, give away, all the words that I saved in my heart that I left unspoken.

If Alice and I hadn't waited to call the police, she'd be alive. She'd still be here.

"Margaret? Are you alright?" She was reffering to my spacing out. "Oh. . .stupid question. Sorry." I'd always been closer to mother.

"No. I'm fine." I wiped at my eyes and turned towards her.

"Alice. . .How will we tell everyone?"

"They'll find out. In fact, I'm going to go call the police. He will be convicted of murder. We can't let him get away and kill any other people. His life isn't worth as much as our mother's." My eyes started tearing as soon as she left the room.

That's when I decided. Where ever Alice disappeared to the last few days, when she went back, I was going with her. Nothing held me here any longer.

Mirana's POV

I was beginning to have second thoughts as Stayne, Iracebeth, and I walked toward the Blue Castle. At last glance, my hair was completely white. I was realizing every obvious point of view.

If I wanted, Alice would return the throne.

If I wanted, I could have Underland back without a fight.

If I wanted, I could do this peacefully.

If I wanted. . .What did I really want?

I wanted peace.

I wanted war.

In fact, all I really wanted was change.

So, if I wanted, I could change my sister to my liking.