That night.

It all started that night. The rain was falling down on Alice's window silently. It had never been silent before, and it never has been since. It shouldn't have been. If it hadn't been silent she might never have heard that noise. But if she hadn't heard that noise then we wouldn't have a story, and it all starts now.....

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6. Alice's POV

Oh god, they found someone up by the warehouse. He was driven mad by whatever he saw up there and whatever it was, it was something to do with me. I only have 10 minutes until it is one o-clock so I am going to think about as much as I can whilst I am still in control of my brain. No one knows where he was when he  saw what he was but I think that whatever he saw it was probably inside the warehouse. So the only way to find out exactly what it was that he saw would be to go into the warehouse. But I don't know if I can. I haven't moved in so long, I'm not sure if I remember how to walk. I know the other me does, she does it every day but I'm not sure if I can. Also, I'm worried about what my mother would think. 

 

I used to live only to please my parents. I couldn't help it, I was such a goody-goody and I didn't even realize it. I never really had true friends. I had people who I hung out with, but they weren't my friends. They only pretended to like me so they could get answers off of me and cheat in tests. I only went along with it because I was so lonely. My only true friend was my mum and now I've pushed her away so much that she can't even talk to me. At first after I changed she tried talking to me but I was so in shock still that I couldn't reply. I just sat and stared like I still do now. Then after a while she just started to give up a little. She still comes and watches me, one o-clock, just when I change so she will be here any minute. I know that she doesn't really think of me as her daughter any more but I still do and I always will think of her as my loving, tender mother. I was never as close to Father. I don't know why as we are much more similar than mum and I. Maybe it's because we are so similar that we didn't get along that well. I think that he has always held a grudge about my 13th birthday. I didn't hug him. I didn't even go anywhere near him, I just thought about what a bastard he had been to mum, leaving her for 2 years with no contact, no nothing. He is supposed to love us and he just what, forgot about us? Oh yeah I can just imagine it now, he';s walking along our street looking for a job and decides to ask if he could use our loo. He doesn't even recognize us at first, takes him a couple of minutes to realize why these strangers to him are hugging him. I know this sounds wrong but I hate my Father, I only realized it on that day but I hate him. I hate him with every cell in my body. If he was hanging off a cliff and I had to either pay a penny for him to survive or him die, I would let him die. That is how much I hate my father.

 

I only have 30 seconds left. I'm going to count them. I don't know why but I always count the last 30 seconds. 30...29...28...27...26...25...24...23...22...21...20...19...18...17...16...15...14...13...12...11...10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...

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