Alice lay in her single bed room, the room lack of anything that signifies her personality. Something inside her wanted to crave more of this sophistication, as if it was another soul or personality.
Knock. Knock.
Alice's ears perked up at the sound, she jumps up from the bed and straight for the door, on the other side Citrine. Her heart rammed in her chest, she was so happy that her friend's here. "Hey!" she chirps.
"Are you feelin' okay?" Citrine asks in her childish tone, somebody she only allowed to see her non-restricted side that this place makes her out.
"Yeah, a little. My birthday is coming up...I wonder what my daddy is doing now?" Alice murmurs walking over to her bed and sits down. Citrine follows her, sitting to her right. "I don't know, probably leaving this planet?"
Alice shrugs nonchalantly, not wanting to bring up any emotion. The child knew not to press hard on any subject to cause herself pain, after the voices in her head murmur over and over what to do and how to act better. It was like her own inner Angel that blessed her with beautiful serene energy.
They lay on the bed watching the ceiling not realizing how time went by fast, before Alice perks up realizing what day it is. "My birthday is tomorrow, I'll be eight!"She bursts with excitement, jumping off of the bed happily. "I'm gonna turn eight!"
"Oh my gosh, really? That's so cool!"
They jump around in circles in rejoice, realizing that her friend will turn eight with her tomorrow, despite their own odd ages. "So...you like my dad?"
Alice grimaces, "Nope" feeling the truth escape her lips. "I don't and never. I'm seven, remember? Though...I feel these weird vibes in my chest...this woman's voice is so serene that she keeps telling me things...it's like an Angel"