Alice Monologue

Alice awoke to the sound of her own screaming. Her body shaking, scared, sweat dripping down her forehead. Her hands wouldn’t stop trembling--- she picked one up, placed it over the other and pressed tightly to calm herself down. She glanced over at her clock. It read 3:47.

A few minutes passed by until Alice was able to speak and let me lead he back to the bedroom. We sat on the end of the bed until 6:30 am while Alice explained to me that it was Mrs. Gilbert on the phone, a co-worker at the Elementary School, and the wife of Mr. Gilbert the town’s Sherriff. She told Alice that her student Janie Augustine went missing on her way home from school that day. And that a few hours before a camper found her dead in the Red furrow woods, 17 miles away from the Elementary School. And when Alice asked Mrs. Gilbert how Janie died. Mrs. Gilbert choked on her words as she said Janie was murder. She bled out after being hit with an ax in the stomach.

I had the same line of field for 25 years, and i have never had a case as odd as Alice’s. She was my first and last client. Her mother came in when alice was five years old, Alice called her the Queen of Hearts, she called me the Mad Hatter. Funny thing she actually made me feel a bit mad sometimes, she always had such a surreal look on things in her life that scared me from time to time. I only wish i realized what was going on sooner.

“Arthur, you just sit down.”  She let her knee length, pastel hair fall over her shoulder and she stared at the man that stood before her.  “What do you want from these children?  They did nothing to you!”

In the year 1560, in England lived two girls and they were cousins. Their names are Lady Rose Woodly and Lady Alice Woodly. They were both daughters of a wealthy Duke and Duchess. Rose was kindhearted, beautiful inside and out, and smart. Alice was not so kind, she was self-centered, and although she was smart she spent most of her time pretending to be clueless just to annoy people.

“What’s happening?” I watch Alice ask herself. What is she talking about? Then, I realize. The once beautiful landscape is turning gray. Dusky, dingy, smoky, slate gray. The dismal color now wipes across the land, pale with the sickness that promised death. The animals scurry up into trees or slide into ponds, securing themselves from the danger that is sure to follow. Everything suddenly goes silent, even the cicadas silence their eternal song. The wind stops whispering into the trees leaves, leaving the whole scene like a painting, eerie with its stillness. Only Alice remains, alone in the barren land. Hey, I know what you're thinking, but don't blame me. I had nothing to do with this, I'm just as confused as you are. This world is supposed

I walked into the dusty and wasted carpet. Not sure how many years passed since the last time that carpet has been washed, but at this moment I honestly won’t worry about that. I moved towards the handle to open the door of my bedroom. I felt goosebumps just by the cold touch of the handle. I pushed the handle and took my hand off of the handle quickly so the coldness of the handle didn’t annoy me anymore.

Panting. Being exhausted from fighting him. He was strong and must work out a lot because it seemed like he did not struggle like I did. The room is dark and smells strongly of wood, so I must be in the middle of a forest. I try to get up or to feel around, but I feel like a rock at the bottom of the ocean. My hands are tied to a tall pole that goes from the floor to the ceiling. How did I get here again? The memory is a blur, but I can merely remember. It was a normal summer morning. I was walking to the high school five blocks away for my summer school classes. A blue Civic whizzed passed me like I was walking on an expressway. It didn’t strike me as unusual but then it whizzed passed again. I picked up my pace; walking almost at a jog. Next, I had to cross highway 75

My mom noticed my disinterest and said, “Why aren’t you behaving like her?” pointing at a little girl in front of us.

We all sat down at the table. No one ate anything besides my mom. My mom tried to make small talk with us, but we clearly didn’t want to talk to each other. When dinner was finished, my mom sent us to my room so we would talk.

“Your dad isn’t working anymore. We’re going to have to leave this house. We can’t pay for it any longer.” she said.

The tip of the fluffy, light brown tail disappeared around the corner. I gave chase. My paws pounded on the hard ground, scattering pebbles, and the wind ruffling my fur made me feel like I was flying. I was gaining on it. If I could reach it before he reached the grove of trees…

First few years of marriage: When Abby and Adam first got married, Abby landed a job as a part-time receptionist to also make time to work on her photography. Adam started working for a law firm in Los Angeles. Adam told Abby that she shouldn’t worry about finding a full-time job that he will provide for the family. Adam advised Abby to work part-time and focus on raising their baby. They had Holly one year after their marriage, Abby started to focus her attention on Holly. Abby still made time to work on photography the first few years of Holly’s childhood, however, as Holly got older Abby started to put less time on photography. At first, Adam and Abby’s marriage was perfect, the communicated well and supported on another. There were a

“Alex, did you forget to set your alarm clock again? It’s a miracle if you could go a day without your mother,” my Dad says chuckling.

"Oh, I forgot, he 's not here anymore. How silly of me. I 'm sorry." she says as she walks over and grabs the plate, putting it on the counter. "Mom, you said "he" isn 't here anymore. Who were you talking about?" I question as I sit down at the table. "Your baby brother, Catherine. I suppose you wouldn 't remember considering it is your fault." My mother snaps at me from across the table.