I wrote this like a year ago.... I just never got round to publishing this part of the story.
Prolouge - http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=29943645
Chapter 1 - http://www.polyvore.com/new_story_mind_twisted_obseslete/set?id=29877337
“Bleed it out; dig it deeper, just to throw it away.” I sing along to Linkin Park in my head with a bitten smile on my face. My feet are pressed against the right wall of this wardrobe, my back against the left. By now my small scratchlings, barely penetrating the surface, faintly spell out “Alice.” Alice is perfect. Alice is so sweet. Alice is what he wants; he doesn’t want me. I however crave his approval. Crave his love. He is only content with perfection. Only content with Alice. I am the hatter to him, mad, insane and hanging with a hare. Maybe the hatter and the hare should swing from the hangman’s rope. Maybe punish them until Alice arrives. Their sufferable cry might attract her good natured heart, ready to be ripped apart. Freaks or perfection? Who wouldn’t choose her other me? No one, that’s who, no one. “Why do I try?” I flinch and the pin sticks in, I smile as the smallest trickle of blood appears. Its velvet touch devoirs me for a second but I snap back away from it and attempt to force myself head first through the cupboard door; however it had never been locked so I simply slide out onto the bedroom floor. The un-hoovered carpet offers its own humble comfort; I drown my face into the soft sea.
“Time hasn’t told anyone else yet.” I say and walk through the pristine white doorway as though nothing had happened. The shock shattered windows stare at me with piercing eyes as I walk through the house. Shattered glass keeps falling but never hitting me. I continue to walk hoping the path would clear along with my thoughts. I can hear John calling after me so I begin to run. One person’s dream is another person’s reality. Unfortunately, my reality.
Prolouge - http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=29943645
Chapter 1 - http://www.polyvore.com/new_story_mind_twisted_obseslete/set?id=29877337
“Bleed it out; dig it deeper, just to throw it away.” I sing along to Linkin Park in my head with a bitten smile on my face. My feet are pressed against the right wall of this wardrobe, my back against the left. By now my small scratchlings, barely penetrating the surface, faintly spell out “Alice.” Alice is perfect. Alice is so sweet. Alice is what he wants; he doesn’t want me. I however crave his approval. Crave his love. He is only content with perfection. Only content with Alice. I am the hatter to him, mad, insane and hanging with a hare. Maybe the hatter and the hare should swing from the hangman’s rope. Maybe punish them until Alice arrives. Their sufferable cry might attract her good natured heart, ready to be ripped apart. Freaks or perfection? Who wouldn’t choose her other me? No one, that’s who, no one. “Why do I try?” I flinch and the pin sticks in, I smile as the smallest trickle of blood appears. Its velvet touch devoirs me for a second but I snap back away from it and attempt to force myself head first through the cupboard door; however it had never been locked so I simply slide out onto the bedroom floor. The un-hoovered carpet offers its own humble comfort; I drown my face into the soft sea.
“Time hasn’t told anyone else yet.” I say and walk through the pristine white doorway as though nothing had happened. The shock shattered windows stare at me with piercing eyes as I walk through the house. Shattered glass keeps falling but never hitting me. I continue to walk hoping the path would clear along with my thoughts. I can hear John calling after me so I begin to run. One person’s dream is another person’s reality. Unfortunately, my reality.
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