Wonderland
Chapter 2
-Alice's POV-
Turning over in bed as I slowly woke up, I looked at my alarm clock. It was 11:45. Almost time for work. Slowly sitting up, still half asleep, I rubbed my eyes, hopefully to wake up a little more. As I walked to my closet I heard a voice ring through my apartment. "Alice!!! Are you up yet? You have work ya know! Get up! If you don't, I will make you!!" That was Sam, my best friend. She lives in the apartment next door, and I have known her my entire life. "Sam, shut up! You're gunna piss off the neighbors again," I yelled back, trying to hide the smile in my voice. I walked to my closet, grabbing a pair of ripped black skinnys, an Asking Alexandria tanktop with the sides ripped, and a pair of purple Vans shoes with a pair of black ankle socks. I walked into my bathroom and stripped out of my pajamas, cringing as I see the bruises that were scattered up and down my ribs and stomach. My fingers lightly trailed the bruises, making out hand prints from where my ex-boyfriend Jordan had hit me. I winced as the memories came flooding back, shaking my head to get rid of them. I slipped into my pants and shirt, brushed my hair, then headed out to the living room with my shoes. And that's when I heard the screams and my lungs were filled with smoke.
Turning over in bed as I slowly woke up, I looked at my alarm clock. It was 11:45. Almost time for work. Slowly sitting up, still half asleep, I rubbed my eyes, hopefully to wake up a little more. As I walked to my closet I heard a voice ring through my apartment. "Alice!!! Are you up yet? You have work ya know! Get up! If you don't, I will make you!!" That was Sam, my best friend. She lives in the apartment next door, and I have known her my entire life. "Sam, shut up! You're gunna piss off the neighbors again," I yelled back, trying to hide the smile in my voice. I walked to my closet, grabbing a pair of ripped black skinnys, an Asking Alexandria tanktop with the sides ripped, and a pair of purple Vans shoes with a pair of black ankle socks. I walked into my bathroom and stripped out of my pajamas, cringing as I see the bruises that were scattered up and down my ribs and stomach. My fingers lightly trailed the bruises, making out hand prints from where my ex-boyfriend Jordan had hit me. I winced as the memories came flooding back, shaking my head to get rid of them. I slipped into my pants and shirt, brushed my hair, then headed out to the living room with my shoes. And that's when I heard the screams and my lungs were filled with smoke.
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12/30/13