Alice had the flawless complexion of an adolescent. Glowing pale skin that appropriately matched her pale blonde hair, which drifted in disciplined rivulets down her back. Her eyes were something of a celestial phenomenon; nebula as seen through a telescope. They peered seductively over her nose, making her presence, in itself, claustrophobic. I couldn’t help but stare as she twirled her tongue around a hard candy that had stained her lips red; cherry. She sat across from me, dripping with charm, stenching of sweet iced tea. I never liked it here. A town so suffocatingly small that you tripped over people you hated every day. People who knew things about you. It was the kind of town that oozed ignorance, gossip, and death. The kind of town that at certain points of the day, the dirt grounds appeared rusted with blood. It was that way now. I turned my eyes away from the window and back towards Alice. Her juvenile detention uniform looked more like something she had chosen to wear and less like what she had been locked up in. Particularly with the shirt deliberately pulled down, exposing an adequate amount of cleavage. Purposely conspicuous. She had occupied herself by fiddling with a doll that sat on her lap. Acting like the child she is. Innocent, foolish, disturbing. …show more content…
Her beauty was inexplicable; almost hurtful. Long skinny legs, slim wrists, high, babied voice. She aimed it all like a gun, exploiting her beauty for the sake of attention. Childish, petty, yet dangerously intelligent. Physical proof of the effects of a distant mother. How confusing it must have been, competing with the death of her sister; living in the shadow of a shadow. I guess, a child weaned on emotional abuse would consider harm a comfort; a corrupt method to attract her mother's attention. I turn my attention towards the window. The derelict buildings contrast dramatically with the clear sky above and woods